2004-10-13 -- 10:34 p.m. The world, Blows up in smoke, Drowns, The killing, The screaming, The blood tolling our hands. Are we better, Are we richer? Do we need this? Are we better? The sky’s are black, With smoke, Filled with holes, Letting in the vacuum of space, To take control. To replace the life with death. Are we better? Is this what we wanted, Did we do this, Did we get richer? We sit, Under control, We sit. I cry, With blood draining from my hands, Waterfall’s, Have never been so red. Are we better? Are we just he same? Have we all died? Have we all become insane? Don’t make choice’s, Don’t fear yourself, Don’t you dare, Understand what is to be yourself. Are we better? Have we become so fucking better? We’re all really dead. We’re all really dead. I have become dead. Death so many days ahead, My breath so lasting, So thin, so dead. I am better, I can speak, I can say that I have to say. Nevertheless, dead.