Will it stop, if I begin to end it
Will it reduce, if I carry all the weight in my words
Will anybody care, if I die and I didn't see the **** light
It's an epidemic, humanity is an epidemic.

All the animals are blindly running, they can't seem to stop
The nature is just present, carrying them
But the animals will traumatically **** each other, never stopping
And the nature will just be present, static.

Why is our faith so conflicted
Why does time go by without telling us
Warning us that, this is not your world
And this is not your time, sweet child.
Today is not your day, sweet child.

Go back to bed and never wake
Because the only dynamic thing in the world
Is what you dream about.