its impossible to see beyond the silver glass in grey and green.
and it seems to be the case, we could choose to replace
science with a higher being.
we grind our gears and wind up in a never ending nothing.
we don't know shit.
and when you're dead you'll be underground.
worms are eating you. they seem so happy.
a happy family singing a song.
you gotta take it in stride. burnt again, waiting outside.
but the birds sound happy, singing that song.
soon they'll be eating happy worms.