In the pain of us all, lives something about to grow
In the time ever so consuming, we send the pain below
In the peak hour of the day, we await the past to say
Goodbye and the present open up and swallow us alive. We shall never take in the world around as needed, but wanted and ruin the scenery
It goes from forestry to distillery in the blink of an eye.
And for what, the world and people to die hand and hand
Absurdity I bellow.
The shallowness of it is the deepest part.
We're meant to kill ourselves off. Like game to a higher predator.
