Outer Science [Jin]

One life, a sad thing, so small, lived to the least, and

Once dead should it still be knocking at the door?

One little master watches on from the wings

"A vile tales begins"

Reaching out grandly, the body and the throat, like

Dissolving a dead heart down to nothing at all

Swallow the life, slowly, gulping it down

Gouging the eyes right out

Hey, didn't we both wish for this to be?

Oh how you throw that black and dirty look at me

You know, heroic purpose is my

favourite dish

Welcome to the place in my womb

Last stop for love and ego too

Don't be scared because you

Oh, Soon will be born anew

To be so like a monster is it not so, lovely, lovely,

"Oh god please tell me why," you say

"Can't take it anymore," you wail

So accept it, don't wait

This is the thing we call fate

Next one, the next one, the next one the master I anticipate

Legends, the lives, the destinies of these people

And love, such a careless thing to fall into blind

Normally quiet now the snake laughs aloud

"Such foolish things, and how"

Aah, fill me up, I can't seem to get enough, no

Teasing and toying with a heart that's grown dark

Calling it mine, possessing their little lives

It's buried in their eyes

Aah, it dwells inside you there, ain't it right?

Yeah, that ability connecting up the eyes

Your majesty, you reign over this

story's demise

Sing out your praise, rejoice for life

Pray for love and ego's last divide

Without further ado, 

The shaking days will fall through,

Let's march together to the start of this one last tragedy

"Give back what's been lost!" You lament

"Can't take anymore," you regret

You think I care, it's innate

This is the thing we call fate

This terrible, brittle, trivial story is reality

Such idiotic lives they lead

Trying to resist what's guaranteed

Starting with turning the tide

Where the same stories collide

It's reckless and unrefined

Crying, weeping, howling, writhing

Aah, what an ugly life it is!

Before you ask 'Why?', it's remiss

Demanding more than your due

Pay for the sins that you knew

These hollow miracles are cracking open, crumbling, fading and

"I don't care anymore" is your lie

Time and time again you sit and cry

Even the last curtain call

Fades down to nothing at all

Next one, the next one, the next one that's coming 

Next one, the next one next day is

Next one, the next one the next one I'll still be sneering

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