i'm so fucking strange and fickle, and ever-changing
and fake. indecisive too (but on that, i'm not so sure)

the world is created, processed, manufactured
then used, abused, digested
and we watch in wonder as it is born again, reincarnated, recycled

who knew things could ever go so far?

i know, i know. civilization is destruction. (and we are wrecking balls)