Victims of the cave.
We are drawn to the light.
We will never be saved.

The sun without the eye.
Existence is atoms and the void.

Head in the sand.
We bury our problems with our head in our hand.

The world is covered with demons.
And the eye sees everything.

There is no end.
There is only pretend.

You are decay.
I let you in.
You're rotted away.

There is no end.
There is only pretend.

You are decay.
I let you in.
You're rotted away.

This is your nuclear warfare.
This is your scared to death.
This is your grief of the world resting heavy on your weakling chest.

This is your plague and famine.
This is your death disease.
This is your pain of the world dying on her fucking hate.

I am your pain and heartache.
I am your up at night.
I am everything you hate about your fucking life.

I am your nervous breakdown.
I am crushed hopes and dreams.
I am the life inside you dying on its fucking knees.

I can not live.
I refuse to die.

I exist.
I survive.

As the leaves may fall and the dust may rise.
So then someday soon even death may die.

Death may die.

Eyeh.