Decay

I walk the streets I see decay I run around in madness high In rumbling rumors, terror dawned A sickend collective mind — punished

We dream of sweet apocalypse And dawn, sweet dawn Of new age, new ways A sunrise, a humanity 

Unwilling to live up to this world Irresponsible for the life we have Gifted, not owned. Conquered — by fear 

A life is an instant A world a whole of morals