i am breathing, but i haven't felt a thing in hours
i embrace the coming light from the corners of my eyes
my body is behind me, and my heart is made of wood
holy water finish and termites crawl throughout
i have consumed and now i will rot, i am ashamed
humanity is the label and i am the plague
think a thought, if you can
what is the point of rising when you can only fall?
what is the point of hope if it leaves you vulnerable?
overlook and take for granted, we have so much
you don't deserve a fucking thing you love
jaded-blurred-blank eyes stare at a flashing screen
minutes pass and your life recedes more and more...
we will live in fire
we will burn in eternity
we will build this kingdom
we'll collapse in its ruins
into our ashes
in our perfect ending
it all makes sense, after all, you reap what you have sewn
and you suffer through what you (so blindly) create
now cope.