Spare me from this What they call living Feels like routine decay Another wasted day Ad fucking nauseum Parallel to hell But deaths not an option From first breath to untimely death Uncertainty weighs down on me And for those doomed from the start Things stay worse, for those I abstain Another empty day End on end Spare me from this What they call living Feels like routine decay A world of failed automation Finding ways to cure the human condition And for those doomed from the start Things stay worse, for those I abstain No other path but violence Thrown into life, born into pain Deliver me from this I can't stand to witness As those around me crumble The answer becomes clear Phase out of existence A violent end draws near