Biting the bullet and yearning for peace my only sanity escapes me.
Death is near, I've lost all fear... the bells continue to ring.
The play their song about what's right and what's wrong, and yet you remain deaf.
The ignorance scolded, and yet firmly molded in your poor brainless head.
I bite the bullet and wait for death, wait for the truth behind those words.
Thoughts scattered, my minds dispersed, like a flock of angry birds.
There's no more learning only yearning, and you will come to see---
that death is my friend that understands--
this disgusting world; and me.