Disassemble
Disassemble
Disassemble please my mind
All the more does life resemble
The worst inferno of its kind

I can't
I can't
I am trying to command
All the matter of spacetime
To heed my call and help amend
My awful past, for hear the chime
Of happy lovely-lively bell
I want again so much...
I think I truly am unwell
I'll die and never feel your touch
Not on my hand nor on my finger
Nor on my cheek would your kiss linger
Because it's simply fucking late????
Insane... Insane. The state
My mind is slowly crawling into, grinning,
Will lead me towards full-on madness
I finally do lose to overwhelming sadness
And finally depart unto, believing
It's only right and natural, self-righteous,
The darkness of oblivion..........................
To all the hopeless, like me, fighters:
It is hopeless indeed. Try once, try times another million

It's so repetitive
And not at all even competitive

It's all predestined, predetermined
It's just a purge, a carnage, a massacre, a brutal slaughterhouse...
So just give up on the idea of returning
To better times through endurance and fight; just ditch your stupid life away
and
embrace
the
the
THE
OMNIPRESENT

CHAOS