Every single cell wired to an imagery that suppresses us to be feed by idols of ignorance that keep manipulating suicidal
thoughts as we slowly
Submerge into the abstract obsession of living a life that isn't our own.
We have altered our reality to refuge ourselves from the chaos we've created, the question is how much longer can we hide and when this pathetic illusion falls no one will be safe.
The viral shall burn,
The colors of death will reign,
To show us how obsolete we've become.
This abstract obsession,
The lust Of being someone else's skin,
What would you do when this Fantasy comes to an end.
What would you when your illusion becomes your end.
This wires feed our narcissistic behavior as we are put in the path of total annihilation. So let's keep Typing our code of death through the glass everyone likes and enjoys to see. The viral will burn and we are it's insignificant ashes.
As we succumb to this fear, we all are one in this insanity. Look at me, what do you see? You.
Let go, let go, let go, Let go let go let go, of,
control, control, control, control control.
Then Suspend,suspend,suspend all beliefs beliefs