The engines are giving out,
oil drips down our throats
and sleezes down our spines
As we c-t-c-try
Are the tears even water?
Are the tries even worth it?
Our planet is broken
Even as we speak the unspoken,
it's too late to change the focus

Realizing our mistakes
doesn't mean fixing them
What don't you understand?

Are we there yet?
Are we seeing the end?
Why are we safe?
This feels weird, like we shouldn't be,
like we don't deserve to be
Is there anybody who deserves more than nothing?

Mind spirals are dark but the outside seems darker
I am so fucking sorry