A walking pest of misery and hatred
A lifeless husk of forgotten humanity
We have learned to suffer and embrace it
While we prey and feast on life's tragedy
Burn our hearts and minds
The ash will grow with time
Burn us down
Until we torch the sky
Until we black out the sun
And open our eyes
And say we are alive
Burn our hearts and minds
The ash will grow with time
The soil will grow anew
Like it always do
Our ash will cleanse the land
We suffer through and through
Until the skies are black, not blue