And all at once this world ended as I took my nails and ran down it's back
The blood, the juices flowing, was all too enticing to the mind
Earthquakes of screams jumped from my throat and into the great divide
Our god is dead; it died from bad karma, the jealousy of our worshiping another
The skylines caught fire from the breath of human greed (just like our creator)
I couldn't help but laugh as the bodies fell while our economy crashed
And what did it all mean on that day?
The death of our platform, the rise of the "insane"
Is this blood on my lips really from your flow?
Beauty of destruction
The death of a child
Tradition losing meaning
Blood sucked out of veins
You think I'm profane?
It is you who cause this existential suicide!