Cheer me up with your disintegration And wander on into the Veil of Life The needs of many are the seeds of tension Growing fast until you burn the hive
Time is short when you discard the junctions Adapted answers when they ask you why Break it through for it’s a strange condition It strangleholds you ‘til the day you die
What’s the point of being here? When all is lost and nothing’s near If all that’s bright has turned to black Fading out of what once shined before
Demise of Art does nonetheless Revise our views on consciousness at all