I'm sick
I'm dying
I'm sick of the human sickness
we're dying from day one
lying on a bed of nails
that pierces without trying.

There's not a reason
for trying
when it's all wasting
and our minds are fading
still ourselves we're hating.

Our minds are filled with liars
and fires
that burn away our purity
and makes the situation dire.

This cycle recycles
every wicked feeling
and reproduces in masses.

My one hope
I've trampled.

To stay as a reminder.