The clouds are gone and I can finally see what I used to call a chimera

Sunbeams, with the force of a dying star

Scorch a piece of art onto my retina

Tell me, how could I be affected when I’m not considered to be the problem?

Is this the future? Then let the flames be my sunrise

Not my horizon if the darkest shading will be white

We are forever lost and stuck in their descent

There is no way out of this dead end

I can’t see beauty in a pale white painting

You just can’t cut off all contrast and expect everyone to like it

So tell me, am I affected yet

’Cause it feels like the next crosshair’s aimed at my chest

Is this the future? Then let the flames be my sunrise

Not my horizon if the darkest shading will be white

We are forever lost and stuck in their descent

There is no way out of this dead end

So how can I compete

With a flood of ignorance? They won’t care what it’s like at the bottom

The stream at the top might look stormy and wild

But it’s underneath what’s truly terrifying

Always in search of new enemies

So it might as well be me

Is this the future? Then let the flames be my sunrise

Not my horizon if the darkest shading will be white

We are forever lost and stuck in their descent

There is no way out of this dead end

Extend nine to five

Entrench ninety-ten

You will grit your teeth

You don’t know what you’ll face in the end

I won’t let you determine my doom

I will cut your name off my tomb

It’s a shitpile you behold

Your goddamn stories must not be told