A burning, hot heatwave stirs up in the dark corners of this earth,
and what could be worse?
Than to be locked and suffocated without a means of exit, fated to this one cosmic blip.
So we unfold, and rebelling becomes an impossibility,
accepting the depths of hell is the natural affinity,
an inclination to give in to this station in life, so set in stone is this strife
till eventually reason fails you,
see you can have these words, in this moment, all for you,
but never this heart, the root of all this art.