Maximilian Santúlya

Decay

I walk the streets I see decay
I run around in madness high
In rumbling rumors, terror dawned
A sickend collective mind — punished

We dream of sweet apocalypse
And dawn, sweet dawn
Of new age, new ways
A sunrise, a humanity 

Unwilling to live up to this world
Irresponsible for the life we have
Gifted, not owned.
Conquered — by fear 

A life is an instant
A world a whole of morals