Jun 29
Death Of Season
Death Of Season
A.f.i.
Just to go outsideto leave this dead space
with hatredso alive
Writhing with sickness
thrown into banalityI decay.
Killed by the weaknessbut forced to return. Turn it off.
I watch the stars as they fall from the sky
I held the falling star and it wept for medying.
I feel the falling stars encircle menow as they cry
Out there so quicklygrows malignant tribes.
Posthuman extinction excels unrecognized.
Feeling surrounded
So bored with mortalityI decay.
All of this hatredis fucking real
I watch the stars they fall from the sky
I held the falling star and it wept for medyin
I feel the falling stars encircle menow as they cry
it won t be alrightdespite what they say
Just watch the stars tonight as theyas 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