The Storm Upstairs

What a time to be alive
When you realize life's what you despise
It was never beautiful, it was never suitable
For a soul to manifest as physical
Engineered to be cynical
An intense longing for euthanasia
An exploration of misanthropia
A worship of the disturbed mind
The new baseline of humankind
With all life's pleasures at our fingertips
We're hoarding treasures on this sinking ship

I'll lie in wait
I'll die with hatred in my heart
As we werе doomed from the start
Your selfish intеntions
Your children merely a collection
In a grotesque act of abject subjection

What a time it is to be alive
To live a selfish life
To want to die

Since fairness can't exist in nature
Death rides in as our only savior
From this flesh
A life depressed

Living death spirituality
Lust for life now just disintegrates
Kill this warm corporeality
When the gift of life is soured
By the strife that begins with the dawn
And extinguished by the night

Execrate this energy
The poison that flows through me
This bastard sanguine

I'm falling now
A solemn vow
To will my spirit out
I'm falling now
A solemn vow
To will my spirit out

I draped a veil over my heart
They pierced a charge
It refused to start
I draped a veil over my heart
Into the pale
A brand new start

We're in love with the end
We're in love with the end