Fantasies from privilege prevail against better judgment

Love so idealized, the platitudes so numerous

They conflict with each other all the time

Why do we never fall for what’s easy

We want what sets the torch to our souls

Something that could end us and create something new

How many times have they said it

If you really loved me, you’d do what’s impossible

Prove your love for me by hurting yourself

Maybe what proves true love to you is too painful for someone else

Love isn’t magic, it solves nothing just from existing

While just as easily a force for evil as good

The power of love being romanticized from decadence

When you believe it has power outside of you

It becomes a mystical beast you’ll never know

The limitations of this force are our own

We are what loves

What you want it to be is something you have to do

In spite of the platitudes

The right choice will not behold itself to an absolute truth

Aspirations Persist

How long must we stay locked in this phase of metamorphosis

Unwilling to shed the deadweight of long passed illusions and failures

At what point of exertion do we surrender to our need for adapting

When to step forward and face the imminent schism

There’s little comfort in clinging to a crumbling framework

But these structures are familiar and new ground holds no sanctuaries

Let this world collapse, shattering our antiquated modes of existence

Would we aspire to existing for love and mutual care over survival

Current circumstance demands a new means of forward momentum

We have it in us to rebuild our very nature

To recreate for ourselves that which carries us forward

Would we resign ourselves to a future determined from indecision

Or allow ourselves the means of claiming and shaping it

The will to turn against those claiming to hold answers

And with hearts towards their yearnings face uncertainty and doubt

This Draws Closer

Too close

Times have changed before yet unlike what’s coming

At the back of our minds, deeper still

We knew it was true this whole time

Don’t you know we’ll watch them suffer

The ground that once gave rest now slowly roasts them

They’ll look to us and don’t they always

Well we’ll blast their fucking skulls out at the border

We’ll say it was mercy and morality’s just guesswork

Right and wrong gave way to do or die

We’ll still know we had time to be better

A certainty, no that’s not our species

When we feel the heat we’ll have more than enough

Annihilate the hoarders, distribute the spoils

Our humanity lost to open wounds on scorched earth