Death Of Season

I feel the falling stars encircle me, now as they cry
I held the falling star and it wept for me, dyin'
I watch the stars they fall from the sky

All of this hatred, is scuking real

So bored with mortality, I decay.
Feeling surrounded,
Posthuman extinction excels unrecognized.
Out there so quickly, grows malignant tribes.

I feel the falling stars encircle me, now as they cry
I held the falling star and it wept for me, dying.

I watch the stars as they fall from the sky
Killed by the weakness, but forced to return. Turn it off.
thrown into banality, I decay.
Writhing with sickness
with hatred, so alive
Just to go outside, to leave this dead space
Of late, it's harder