Death of Seasons

Of late it's harder just to go outside

To leave this deadspace with hatred so alive.

Writhing with sickness, thrown into banality, I decay.

Killed by the weakness, but forced to return.



Turn it off.



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.

Posthuman extinction excels unrecognized.

Feeling surrounded, so bored with mortality, I decay.

All off this hatred is fucking real.



Turn it on.



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 disappear, disintegrate.

And I disintegrate because this hate is fucking real.

And I hope to shade the world as stars go out and I disintegrate.



(It won't be alright

Despite what they say

Just watch the sky

As stars go out)