Death Of Seasons (Correct)

Death Of Seasons (Correct) Song Text

Of late it's harder just to go outside,
to leave this deadspace with hatred so alive.
Writhing with sickness, thrown into ban*lity, I decay.
Killed by the weakness, but forced to return.
Turn it off.

I watch the stars as they fall from the sky.
I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying.
I feel the fallen stars encircle me now, as they cry.

Out there so quickly grows malignant tribes.
Posthuman extinction excels unrecognized.
Feeling surrounded, so bored with mortality, I decay.
All of this hatred is scuking real.
Turn it on.

I watch the stars as they fall from the sky.
I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying.
I feel the fallen stars encircle me now, as they cry.

It won't be allright despite what they say.
Just watch the stars tonight as they,
as they disappear, disintegrate.
And I disintegrate 'cause this hate is scuking real.
And I hope to shade the world as stars go out and I disintegrate.