The Final Catastrophe

How we keep coming back,

And our hearts and souls keep turning black,

It's better if the world ends?

Nah! It's the best if the world ends.

And this is what we've been waiting for,

The Final Catastrophe.

What makes world bad? people!

These days they want suicide tapes,

Instead of a rhyme, they need a landscape,

So, I'm sick, sick of these pricks,

It all goes vain, in the end nothing matters,

In my veins, there is no blood, it doesn't get better,

The more you'll feel it, more it will climb your head,

It's all finishing, that's my bad,

And I'm vanishing and I'm dead,

I know how it all begins,

A laughter and life starts with no sins,

We all have a pure mind,

But regrets and pain is what we leave behind,

And that's what we've been waiting for?

The Final Catastrophe.

Gloomy days aren't getting over,

Going fast but you're reaching nowhere,

Death? Yes, it is beautiful and sweet,

You see them stars but you will never meet,

The beautiful-est sunrise occurs with no clouds,

No depression, no pressure and with no doubts,

Cheating and treachery is what we witness in this cycle,

You are either loved or you've made a rival,

In winter you were in sorrow,

Now in summer, you are still in doubt,

Here is for the things you have asked about,

Cause people are vain, they will never feel no pain,

The World keeps telling, "be more aesthetic, athletic, sympathetic, energetic,"

Ain't no one telling to be more, "optimistic, futuristic and equilibristic,"

When the free thoughts collide and ego clashes,

We'll both get dead but I'll rise from ashes.

The Final Catastrophe!