its funny
how the picture changes
if you look from the other end
if we werent so fixated on places and races
we could all be friends

when im tired
i cant keep up the pretence
that im like you
i fluff my lines
miss my cues
lose all the nuance
that helps me play human
revert to form
become bemused
begin to despise
everything you do
seen through my eyes
you become see through
a self serving disguise
'cause if i could see you
id eat you alive

pattern matcher extraordinaire
looked up to the clouds
saw faces there
looked beyond the sky
into that infinite expanse
the infinite looked back at him
purely by chance

Im so tired
even breathing is a chore
Im not sure I want to keep doing it any more
I tried
but after a lifetime Im bored
of the days all being the same as the one before

its not the end of the world

just the end of you

man up

do what you have to do

helpless and hopeless
making the most of
the time he had left
wasting his life on
nothing worth having
living for it
whats the worst
that could happen
everything that mattered
is already dead
cant stop the planet
to get off
spot the pattern
blew off his head

when the fall comes

if youre on the wall

youll be up against it

youre either for all

or for gone

the conclusion inevitable