I like to mess with reality
and show the world
it’s reflection
through my drunken smile
my violent eyes
for the bottle knows
the right questions to ask
when you get a chance
to talk to god
the world is burning
we can either sit and watch
or not care
how about we just
ride down the mountain
backwards
in our wheelchairs
the great artists that once were
knew how it was all along
they were the true gods
that society never understood
because society is a disgrace
the beginning
and the end
of the great human race
our feet are trembling
as we gaze into the horizon
see the typhoon gather speed
hunting us down
nature’s self destruction
will make no sound
the end of the world is coming
and nobody cares
about anything but what will happen next
on big brother
our hearts and souls are a mess
we deserve no less
than a worldless void
an infinite mental cage
welcome to my tragedy