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