Death Of Seasons

Of late, it's harder
just, to go outside to leave
this dead space, with hatred,
so alive.

Writhing with sickness,
thrown into banality
I decay.
Killed by the weakness,
but forced to return.
Turn it off (cry)

I watch the stars as they fall from the sky.
I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying.
I feel the fallen stars encircle me
now as they cry.

Out there, so quickly
grows, malignant tribes.
Post-human, extinction excels,
unrecognized.

Feeling surrounded.
So bored with mortality
I decay.
All of this hatred
is fucking real.
Turn it on... (cry) yeah!

I watch the stars as they fall from the sky.
I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying.
I feel the fallen stars encircle me
now as they cry.

It won't be all right
despite what they say.
Just watch the stars tonight as they
as they disappear, disintegrate.

Create the time!
And I disintegrate
'cause this hate is fucking real.
And I hope to shade the world
as stars go out and I disintegrate.

...Will not be alright...
...Despite what they say...
...Just watch the sky...
...When stars go out...