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 of this hatred is fucking real.
turn it on.
it won't be all right despite what they say.
just watch the stars tonight as they disappear,
disintegrate.
and i disintegrate
�cause this hate is fucking real.
and i hope to shade the world as stars go out
and i disintegrate.