In a dying world it's feast or famine, breathe deep and take your pick. Don't act like there's an option you'll be the one who fades quick. Watch the sky swallow the sun one more time and take in the night's empty serenity.
No plan of action, no grand schemes. No sanctuary, no hope for change. Having tasted a better life, puts me...
At the bottom for so long, gazing at the opening above me. I see a hope for change, I see a hope for more. Just sacrifice for survival.
Life is what you make it! What you make it. No holding back
Today I feast on this spoiled world as the rest famine. As the rest famine below me as the rest famine.
