Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so
Why can't we just admit it?
Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men.
Pull your head on out your hippy haze and give a listen.
Shouldn't have to say it all again.
The universe is hostile so impersonal devour to survive.
So it is. So it's always been.