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.