Maybe this schism is just a symptom
Of late capitalism
A saviour's died and risen
Of worlds that wouldn't listen
To their own collapse

Even if this story
Is overwrought and gory
It's not a fable, it's not an allegory
No cautionary tale, no momento mori
Or a vague "perhaps"

Maybe you've been slaughtered, maybe you've been kissed
Either way means nothing, I simply don't exist
Look at what's been done here, judge it how you wish
I am all alone here, I am a solipsis
This is what we come to, what we have become
I am not a person known to anyone
All the doors are tried and tested
Know that this is not an exit

Am I just a version of the end of days?
Am I just an effect of a modern phase?
Am I just the end point of the grand parade?
Should we be afraid?

Maybe you've been slaughtered, maybe you've been kissed
Either way means nothing, I simply don't exist
Look at what's been done here, judge it how you wish
I am all alone here, I am a solipsis
This is what we've come to, what we have become
I am not a person known to anyone
All the doors are tried and tested
Know that this is not an exit

None of this exists for me
This is all a fantasy
There is no future here
There is no history
None of this is real
It's not reality
None of this exists for me
There is no consistency
There's only entropy
And even though I've tried and tested
I know that this is not an exit now