I was born about two hours ago, and when I left the womb my mother screamed "oh god, no"
I am a monster and a demon, but I am still afraid, because the shortest life to be liven is the one of which I'm made
I've traveled, about three feet before I saw the flash and when the moon was pulsating I wasn't even aware for the crash
Maybe, I'm much happier than most on this day, but hell consciousness just may be, overrated anyway

If you are my God or father, could you look me in the eye? Just admit humans were just an accident and tell me it's ok to cry.
They're so mature, and yeah smarter than you thought, but that information cannot comfort them, when it's getting this hot.

I have no eyesight. I have no dreams. All I have is my body, but it's already riddled with disease.
I have never committed anything close to a sin. But, for all you know my heart is made of tin.
I don't got a favorite movie, I can't play not steel guitar, but I'll steal your heart for a warm milk jar.
I'm not aware of the future, and I have no past. I'm aware of almost nothing and even that won't last.

I might as well be the spawn of Lucifer. Your lips begin to tremble, and I hear you softly whisper,
"This is the end of ends, this is the beginning of me, this is the moment in which we all come clean."
"This is the end of ends, this is the beginning of me, this is the moment in which we all come clean."
"This is the end of ends, this is the beginning of me, this is the moment in which we all come clean." ...