Wait
Wait a minute
Constant dissection
Of conscious reflection

Has led you to act in
Imagined attractions

And it’s not lookin good
It’s not looking good

It’s when you started hopin’
That’s when you gave up
When it all became so overwhelming
So absolutely fucked

When your heart stopped singing
And your brain stays home
Face in a pillow and ear on a dead phone

Maybe there’s a reason
We suffer endlessly
Maybe there’s a god up there
Testing all his sheep
Or maybe god’s a sadist
Who loves his juicy meats
O’ maybе there is nothing therе
There is nothing there
And nothings fair
I know you want a happy ending
No one. Wants. To. Die pretending

Maybe we live in hell
Cursed to burn and reason
Maybe I'm a pile of shit who thinks it is a human
The sun rises each day
A reminder I am nothing
An insignificant pile of skin
In a pained brain neverending