my world is ripping apart at the seams,
there is no relief, not in my dreams.
there's nothing worth doing in this place,
I'll disappear to where you can't see my face.
I try what I can and it's never enough--
I aim for the grass and hit only rough.
storms are brewing on distant seas,
with violent gust where once was breeze.
I don't want the world--it won't go away,
I want apocalypse--but it won't stay.
I want to be gone from this world's light,
I want to be gone--dead in the night.