This life is fairly useless,
To an imbeceile like me,
I’m a waste of space upon your precious Earth.
This life is fairly useless,
To an imbeceile like me,
I’m a waste of space upon your precious Earth.
The Earth we burned and scorned,
Despite our secret knowledge,
That We were the cause of need of a rebirth.
So just Ignore me,
As I slit, and die,
As I sit and cry my life away.
Don’t implore me,
To join triumphant skies,
When all I want is death.