Текст:
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 off 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 because this hate is fucking real
And I hope to shade the world as stars go out and I disintegrate
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 off 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 because this hate is fucking real
And I hope to shade the world as stars go out and I disintegrate
