Look up
This is reality
Last time I checked
I wish I were dead
Look down
This is reality
Last time I checked
I wish you were dead
The layers of disguise are piling up
The fire is long gone annihilated
I have come across the boundary
Of what used to be called the promise of a new dawn
I am about to break the curse
Break the curse
If fact I'll pass it on to you
You animal
If fact I'll pass it on to you
You animal
Sooner or later
We'll cease to be
Sooner or later
It'll cease to be
Same skies as ever
Same sonnets
Petrified glance circles through a bitter awakening
Time seems to stop
As butterfly sweat slides down my hips
This is reality
Last time I checked
I wish I were dead
Buried within a rusted soul
But there's a glimmer of hope though
Only this slight chance of salvation
Is darkened by the stench of your breath
Demons pondered on your fate for many moons
Now that the veil has been lifted
I would not linger if I were you
Then again
You should have known
You've been there
Tender reminiscence of a painful youth
Sooner or later
We'll cease to be
Sooner or later
It'll cease to be
Look up
This is reality
Last time I checked
I wish I were dead
Look down
This is reality
Last time I checked
I wish you were dead
Thin layers of hatred are piling up
Last time I checked
I wish you were dead
This is reality
A clock is ticking
A clock is ticking
A clock is ticking
