Cut the ties; you are not humanity. The end approaches and you are not exempt. This world lies in fucking ruin; one man's dream is another man's reason to die.
And yet I stand here alone, a recycled shell of a man
Humanity's death walked hand in hand with its failure to imagine. It happened right before your selfish goddamned eyes.
In plain sight: Renegade, sycophant, hypocrite. (I'm fucking done.)
A makeshift wooden eulogy is all that will be left of me; A makeshift wooden eulogy to mark my fucking entropy.
We are nothing but the dust from which we came; dead kings and beggars are all the same. We are nothing but the thoughts that bind us. A higher power will never find us.
(You are not my father; you are manipulation.) (You are not my mother; you are lasting dissension.)
Your mind is a murderer and your heart is a whore. I can't stand for your senseless theft of reason anymore.
A makeshift wooden eulogy is all that will be left of me; A makeshift wooden eulogy to mark my fucking entropy.