Letra de Memento Mori
this will die out.

Narrative: Fear. a fever is dancing in stride with our metronome memory

hypocrisy here. painting a portrait that's dripping with crass composition

fumbled trust, the father is dead. cathedrals are burning

lies fuel fires, fear burns red, now i'm cold. i burn better in the morning.

Heartlessness. Narratives. Christ, where've you gone?

Impassioned. Abandoned. Why, you were wrong.

Narrative fear. a fever is dancing inside. Metronome memory.

hypocrisy here. painting a portrait that's screaming "the silence of dying."

fumbled trust, the children are dead. cathedrals are burning.

lies fuel fires. fear burns red and i'm cold. i burn better in the morning.

Heartlessness. Narratives. Christ, where've you gone?

Impassioned. Abandoned. Why, you were wrong.

this will die out.

there is no narrative, no saving plot.

we've forgotten how to read. we've forgotten how to believe.

the text has gone dark. the author receeds.