Death Of Seasons - A.F.I.

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 fucking 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 
‘cause this hate is fucking real. 
And I hope to shade the world as stars go out
and I disintegrate.