Kill your darlings, and their darlings too
Everything that meant anything (or nothing) to you
It can't be helped, the gods have spoken
We have but rudimentary control
Kill your darlings, and their darlings too
Crush eternal enterprise, it's all up to you
It can't be helped, the gods have spoken
We have but rudimentary control
It can't be helped - it's already in motion
We have but the illusion of control
You may feel a little sick around this new arithmetic
What's the flame and what's the wick inside this cruel arithmetic
Play for me, beautiful, don't let me think too hard
Play for me, beautiful, while chaos tears into us
Play for me, beautiful, I never wanted it to end this way
Play for me, beautiful, all you can do is play
Kill your darlings, and their darlings too
Everything that meant anything, or nothing, is gone
I never wanted it to end this way
But you have bought us another day
Destruction's easy. Creation's something more
If I still have it in me, it'll be better than before