it's infested inside us;

━interrupts our pumping heart, looking for an eternal end

it's infested inside us;

━slithers into our minds, allowing us to become the true epitome of insanity

it's infested inside us;

━yearning for the stench of a man's rotten grave

it's infested inside us;

━we've built our parasites a nest, and every sin is another comfy cushion

WELCOME HOME

BUGS

ENJOY YOUR STAY

not even the gods can hold infinite bytes of memory. their flaws amplified by their forgotten vows. vows to become better versions of themselves. ARE WE THE GODS? are we the gods who roam planet earth like it's our throne? black ichor runs fast within white veins and makes us aflame with evil. those bytes that hold our sanity has disintegrated into empty-space insanity.

INSANITY; a ripple in our brains that sends our synapses into a malfunctioning state. an unfixable conflict that will forever leave us marred. WE ARE ALL INSANE. we've reached the limit of bytes, causing an immense overdrive. there is nothing that the celestial bodies above can do to stop that overdrive. thus we continue being the insane gods we are. the gods who's systems been overdriven with unforgiven sins.

those hundred million bytes of SINS that tortures our core, branding us with perfect scars. biting down the guilt that haunts us to our graves. WE ARE CURSED. we are cursed with shame and forgetfulness. we are cursed with the urge to kill the innocent; the one we wished to be. we are cursed with false perception, thinking that mirrors are the eyes to the very universe we stand in. NO. they are the eyes to a universe that doesn't exist and will NEVER exist. so stop looking for perfection, stop looking for redemption. WE ARE CURSED GODS INFECTED WITH INSANITY AND OVERDRIVEN WITH SINS. WE ARE CURSED GODS INFECTED WITH INSANITY AND OVERDRIVEN WITH SINS. WE ARE CURSED GODS INFECTED WITH INSANITY AND OVERDRIVEN WITH SINS. WE ARE CURSED GODS INFECTED WITH INSANITY AND OVERDRIVEN WITH SINS. WE ARE CURSED GODS INFECTED WITH INSANITY AND OVERDRIVEN WITH SINS.

WE ARE

B Y T E S

FULL OF SINS AND EMPTY-SPACE INSANITY

can we just ⸀reboot

can we start over

our love has been impaired,

the liquor left on the

kitchen counter for too

l o n g

can we clear everything

can we "backspace" life

the sadness has drowned me,

my heart shrinking with

every salty stream

can we just forget

can we "mark as read"

without even reading it

hoping for amnesia to strike,

yearning to turn our

fake reality into a real phantom

BUT WE CANNOT JUST

R E B O O T

WE CAN ONLY SHUT DOWN