We've lost count of the times
That we've killed ourselves
Become new
Scorched Earth
Laid a past to rest
We don't even have funerals for them anymore
There are no emotions left to process
We just light the match and let the flames infest
The crevices
The ones those feelings used to attack
We've taken a break from the program
And there aren't enough ones and zeroes
In the whole ********* Universe
To make us come back
The faces have all become pixelated
Not one more important than the others
They'll all pretend to be your Brothers
Sisters, Mothers, Friends
And Lovers
But, you'll soon discover
When the mist dissipates
And the illusions are all torn asunder
When the harsh scowl of Baal greets you
With an absolute absence of color
That they were all none other
Than the Devils
You sought to destroy
To purge from the Earth
To banish to the Void
Reality is cold
We decided it would be best to avoid it
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
We've lost count of the times
That we've killed ourselves
Become new
Scorched Earth
Laid a past to rest
We don't even have funerals for them anymore
There are no emotions left to process
We just light the match and let the flames infest
The crevices
The ones those feelings used to attack
We've taken a break from the program
And there aren't enough ones and zeroes
In the whole ********* Universe
To make us come back
The faces have all become pixelated
Not one more important than the others
They'll all pretend to be your Brothers
Sisters, Mothers, Friends
And Lovers
But, you'll soon discover
When the mist dissipates
And the illusions are all torn asunder
When the harsh scowl of Baal greets you
With an absolute absence of color
That they were all none other
Than the Devils
You sought to destroy
To purge from the Earth
To banish to the Void
Reality is cold
We decided it would be best to avoid it
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