Vex & Siolence

After breathing in the beginning
The final act became the meaning, no one cared

Neither the brutal nor the timid could have known
Here is the end
Nothing, nothing
The sex demands a shot of something
Deep down inside too dark to see

Full of rage and blood lust spoken but never shown
To take a shell back and lip in, well, wouldn't you?

Here is the end
What violent other could there be?
With a seeming riddle or a puzzle
Nothing, nothing
Here is nothing
After beating through what wasn't there
Crawled out from under uncouth layers

The sex demands a shot of something
What violent other could there be?
Here is nothing
Nothing
Death became the only answer, but not the cure
Deep down inside too dark to see
Would the child answer full of anger