The “Yes!” we scream, whispers “No”

Greet the reaper as he reaps 
and weep because of the same
  This silly game
  We do this to ourselves
 
We’ve mapped out our whole mission
We sketched the whole thing out
  The plan for our destruction
 
The black hole that is you
  It will consume you
More, more is your mantra
 The only thing that will not go is “no”
 
Inject the pleasure
Digest the pain
Is it all a game?
 
You dance,
You dance to your own dirge

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