The clouds are gone and I can finally see what I used to call a chimera Sunbeams, with the force of a dying star Scorch a piece of art onto my retina Tell me, how could I be affected when I'm not considered to be the problem? Is this the future? Then let the flames be my sunrise Not my horizon if the darkest shading will be white We are forever lost and stuck in their descent There is no way out of this dead end I can't see beauty in a pale white painting You just can't cut off all contrast and expect everyone to like it So tell me, am I affected yet 'Cause it feels like the next crosshair's aimed at my chest Is this the future? Then let the flames be my sunrise Not my horizon if the darkest shading will be white We are forever lost and stuck in their descent There is no way out of this dead end So how can I compete With a flood of ignorance? They won't care what it's like at the bottom The stream at the top might look stormy and wild But it's underneath what's truly terrifying Always in search of new enemies So it might as well be me Is this the future? Then let the flames be my sunrise Not my horizon if the darkest shading will be white We are forever lost and stuck in their descent There is no way out of this dead end Extend nine to five Entrench ninety-ten You will grit your teeth You don't know what you'll face in the end I won't let you determine my doom I will cut your name off my tomb It's a shitpile you behold Your goddamn stories must not be told