hope is in its death throes
a flickering light, stripped of its might
at the wrong side of a zero-sum game
sea of misery, drowns every chance of victory
this poisonous seed planted so deep
growth of madness, a rooted sadness
branches itself into every line of thought
come pesticide, come suicide
it will never go to sleep
it will never ever go away
a driving force
yet a vessel of fatigue
in darkness it thrives
in darkness it thrives
get down from your throne of righteousness
crawl with me, and you will see
that behind every cynic is a wronged idealist
whose heart grows colder as it grows older
the tragedy of suffering is not to suffer
it's the things lost on the way, gone astray
so scorch the earth, set it ablaze and recreate
rise up from your slumber, tear it all asunder