Cycle from Baby Bomber by Mechanical Grandma

It is the cyclical nature
of all things from which I say:
Life is death and death is decay
And what comes before or after,
no one can say
It is the cyclical nature of life and decay
It is the cyclical nature that sickens me
It is everything I dream of in my dark psyche
Rot, rot
Awaking in me
And wouldn't it be a pity
If it were to live on
While my body crumbles
Like a temple forgone
I know nothing
I am for not
But it is the cyclical nature of all things
It is the cyclical nature of all things
It is the cyclical nature of all things
And I am going to be something
You thought I was going to say "great"
But it is the cyclical nature of all things
And it is the cyclical nature of all things
And it is the cyclical nature
of life and decay
And you thought that I was going to say
that I was going to be something great
But I am like the rest of you
And the rest of us
Destined for inevitable
Unending
Constant Spreading
Decomposition of our own decay
And it is the cyclical nature of all things
That make it impossible for anything to be great
I am the temple forgone
And left to rot and to waste
In this inner piece
of my inner psyche
This inner bit of my inner life it's
never going to be
amounting to
anything
So it is the cyclical
It is the cycle
It is for everything
Nothing
It is the cyclical nature for me
To live to worry to suffer
anxiety
To scream
to make things
To be
nothing
To be
something
Destined only for the grave

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