consciousness blooming through vibrant festivals
never realizing it's just a mindless spectacle
existence is what totality is cursed with
depersonalizing even the universes
rebirthing worlds in, after dispersing
re-emerging into some earthly surface
searching absurdly for any worthy purpose
just quit being a bitch that cries
be fit - survive, get kids - then die
cycles of life circulating wheels of misfortune
misleading distortions experienced first-person
déjà vu huh? seemingly back in prison
here we go again, still lacking vision
what is time but a sequence of shit
day-dreams too convenient to quit
sooner or later..
tomorrows hollow promises fading to grey
the glowing freshness of yesterday in decay
once again all abled flesh is betrayed
to say death is the way is not defeatist today
where to begin, the end is merely shedding the skin
manufacturing a value of living embedded within
eventually omnipotent boredom started shaping
godforsaken star formations is hard to take in
there is no escaping or nothingness freeing it
all that's left is to kill time, repeatedly
