Futile Future Lyrics - Misanthrope

How our life is so futile 

What a fool to think about a tomorrow 

Joy is so furtive 

When your pulpy kiss meets my lips 

I do not believe in tenderness anymore 

Henceforth more than simple promises 

Go behind our distress in our self-cloak 

We are just livid embers of futility 

Futile future 

Futile future 

Futile future 

Futile future 

How our life is so futile 

What a fool to think about a tomorrow 

Joy is so furtive 

When your pulpy kiss meets my lips 

Futile future 

Futile future 

Futile future 

Futile future 

We are everything except extraordinary 

I let my lots to the human sorrow 

So where, who will I conjurate my demons 

Simplicity is the power of a being, so be I 

I do not believe in tenderness anymore 

Henceforth more than simple promises 

Go behind our distress in our self-cloak 

We are just livid embers of futility 

Futile future 

Futile future 

So be I