Death Of Seasons(Live At Long Beach Arena / 2006)

Of late it's harder just to go outside

To leave this deadspace with hatred so alive

Writhing with sickness thrown into banality

I decay

Killed by the weakness but forced to return

Turn it off

I watch the stars as they fall from the sky

I held a fallen star and it wept for me

Dying

I feel the fallen stars encircle me now

As they cry

Out there so quickly grows malignant tribes

Posthuman extinction excels unrecognized

Feeling surrounded so bored with mortality

I decay

All of this hatred is f**king real

Turn it on

It won't be all right despite what they say

Just watch the stars tonight as they disappear

Disintegrate

And I disintegrate

â'cause this hate is f**king real

And I hope to shade the world as stars go out

And I disintegrate