- Behold A Pale Horse
we are at the end of ourselves slowly fading away.
we are all dying. look in the mirror.
tell me what you see.
our evolution is incomplete.
ripped right open our ignorance has killed the world.
we inhabit a dying sweet soul.
the cancer we call the human race has poisoned and spread to an incurable disease.
we are all dying.
- Craft Messenger
filth of butchers. no sympathy to the cries of the living.
all sad eyes cry. march of death.
as the human race waits in line.
one by one over the cliff as we perish in the cleansing. unknowing.
they lay there as an example of our selfishness.
or everything beautiful a flower died today.
we failed the test as inhabitants.
our ice age on the clock.
- Going Peacefully
explosions of our fate.
closing to an end.
our reality dead.
dreaming of existence of a world we had.
gone by our own hands.
we slip away to our own dark end.
in the end no one listens, believes, blinded by the lies.
- Humming To A Dead Song
look out the window with dreamy eyes. catching a vision of what once was. in the end we will see the outcome of fates. in the end we will see. till we can dream again.
there's a cowboy who loves his guns. he is shooting bullets in my name. i'm an asshole like he's and asshole. we share the same name. i want to part of it. yet i have no choice. when i say not in my name it doesn't matter anyway. there's an asshole with a gun and he is shooting bullets in my name. i might as well be holding the gun
- We Had Hoped For So Much More...
I saw a hundred sad souls today. Blank stare, blistered, beaten. All conversation and social interaction cease to exist caused by exhaustion and depression. What are we doing with ourselves? I’ll see another hundred sad souls tomorrow, trying to figure out how they got to this point in life. The last good day is not in recent memory. For those who said “fuck it- I quit,” they now occupy street corners, dark allies, and cardboard boxes asking for kindness. Receiving kicks in the face. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness failed these sad souls. Something kept close, growing, living, knowing what can’t go away. What has been found? Years of holding in my simple life. To feel this world dying within itself, as it falls to its knees… as we die… our kids to see a dead world. We kill for them… as we die.
- You Are My Economical Rival, And I Hate You
our fate is our own demise. taken away. a long time ago. we are all lost. losing our way. killing our earth till we can't breathe. killing each other dead. close your eyes and start dreaming.
competition. distrust. how will you be remembered when you are stripped of your wealth? no true human interaction beyond monetary exchange. the life we live is centered around distrust and competition. we will beat each other down. we will thrive at each other's expense.