• Simpler it may be to hide,
    Wait alone for the end of golden days,
    Bell tolls it's worn-out ring,
    Heralding the age of misanthropy in,

    I'd like to fall asleep tonight,
    And not have to wake up to the morning,
    If I could close my eyes alright,
    Dawn would be easier to compromise,

    How easy it could be to lie,
    Remain in the caves of yielding flames,
    Burn away traces of new hope,
    Run far from here and never look back,

    Stand still on a building top,
    Introduce yourself to pavement below,
    A simple push or free falling,
    Regardless of the means, it's the end,

    Cameras flash relentlessly,
    Categorizing the moments of empty lives,
    Bite the lip that pleasures you,
    All that we ever loved must be tossed out,

    Misanthropy calls my shadow,
    To join the legion of despairing members,
    Light laughs at my first name,
    Telling me I was never meant to be here.