Climb the ladder, join the ranks!
Coffins sing your praise.
Fall in line (learn to let go)
Complete the rhyme —
“I’m only human, I suppose.”
As rivers of annihilation worsen human sin
Saturated storms of poison writhe within their tins
Find a can of spoiled food, cure the ills inside of you
Laugh and snap an empty dream to hear its lonely breaking-scream
Fight with teeth to cut your friends, kill the ones who helped you win.
You should enjoy your rusted crown
beware this most of all;
don’t fall (as you follow)
For nothing lives in the deep dark below.