Plagues and genocide
Run deep across the land
Head above the water
Feet Planted in sand
Fighting to survive
In a world bled dry
One thing certain
We all f*cking die
Spinning and spinning
Round and round
Sun coming up
And Going back down
Mundane activities
Anger proclivities
Will to live, declivity
Frustrating
Frustration
Coactivity
All we know is certain death
So sick of coexisting
In this putrid world
Knots tied
Rope hurled
I will not coexist
With you, piece of shit