by rain
burn the goddamn sky, baby, we both know
god's the reason why we burn like coal.
there's no point to survival when we are dust and shadows;
we know we're dead on arrival and it no longer matters.
someone gave us life and they be damned
because we're born to die - life's basically programmed.
nothing matters here, there's only social
pressure and it's all too clear we're just too emotional
to survive under a monarchy that wants us dead,
dresses us in life somberly; kills us in grades of red.
because god knows life means nothing
to the broken souls and it's crushing
life from life from life and we die.
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