This world is rotting.
Slowly being distorted and torn into unrecognizable shreds.
Who's doing this?
What sick bastard has the right to decide to do something like this?
It's you.
You're killing yourself.
You're killing everyone around you.
This world is rotting.
Slowly being distorted and torn into unrecognizable shreds.
Who's doing this?
What sick bastard has the right to decide to do something like this?
It's you.
You're killing yourself.
You're killing everyone around you.
This world is rotting.
This world is rotting.
Dissolving into nothingness and chaos simultaneously.
What's doing this?
Is it a god, watching with twisted satisfaction, as his destructive little creations ruin his garden?
Maybe we are just mistakes left behind.
This world is rotting.
This world is rotting.
It's time for a change.
Maybe, if I had the power...
Maybe...if I were the god, controlling the balance of this world.
I would fix it.
This world is rotting.