Admetus is kind of soft for someone like him

Let's wish that we meet in tonight's nightmare

Look at me in the apocalypse now
My European helpless guilt, expecting instant fix
I imagine all the brutal services
Of ancient infidels
Of all the wounded and the crying witches babies

I just wanna turn the lights on
In these volatile times

Staining your face with lipstick

Drawing heart shaped tears

What kind of milk were you?
What kind of life did you live through?
Did you know love?
Will you rest in peace?
Did you have a family?
How was the view from the shelf?
Did you ever believe in yourself?
Did your life drip rich with calcium?
Did they laugh at you or did you laugh with them?

Dairy beloved
Your days are gone
The grocery list goes on

another year of slaying (last moments of the event) 2024