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... yeah!

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.

It won't be all right, despite 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.

...Will not be alright...
...Despite what they say...
...Just watch the sky...
...AS STARS GO OUT...