Something here is not quite right. The days have become shorter And we are no longer certain Of our respective fates in the world. The times have changed and now We are all alone. There is no longer any light Guiding us and we are floating In a dark space from which there is no escape Or reprieve. Blank looks become our faces And we find ourselves wandering the streets Again, aimless and without reproach For our crimes. The things that once motivated And inspired us Have long lost their appeal And all of our prejudices and hates Have come back to haunt us, Again and again. We no longer hope for a better world For ourselves or for anyone, But instead Wish our pain upon everyone we see In these cold and bitter streets. The night is coming soon And with it will bring an end To all of this. There is nothing left except pain And suffering. The distance between us is widening. We no longer communicate. All of our technology Has enslaved us. We will all die alone And with a mountain of regret That we will never share with anyone. A noxious gas has descended Upon humanity and is filling Our very souls with its vapid waste And toxic demeanour And now we are forced to endure The coming dark age With no one And nothing to protect us Or save us. We wait patiently for our fate. There is no optimism. The time has come To lay down our defences And submit To the coming reign of terror. It is no use to fight anything. Our time has come And passed us by. We have failed. We have failed ourselves. We have failed our world. And we have failed each other. Goodbye. Good luck.