Death Of Season

Of late, it's harder
Just to go outside, to leave this dead space
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 the falling star and it wept for me, dying.
I feel the falling 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

I watch the stars they fall from the sky
I held the falling star and it wept for me, dyin'
I feel the falling stars encircle me, now as they cry

it won't be alright, despite what they say
Just watch the stars tonight as they, 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