now that you wasted your time in the sun
and all of the things that you hate
are what you have become
will you fuck the future or attend the feast
will you turn and run or will you dare
to kill the beast
everyone you love will die in the end
and everything you feel will disappear
and won’t be seen again
but before the day when you leave this world behind
remember all of the paths
that you have yet to find
cold eyes always turn down
bury the pieces deep in the ground
what’s lost will someday be found
bury the pieces deep in the ground