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 scuking 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 allright despite what they say.

Just watch the stars tonight as they,

as they disappear, disintegrate.

And I disintegrate 'cause this hate is scuking real.

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