The Algorithm

The valley is growing
We all stand on the edge
Some fall in, others fall out
Limbo

The world is imploding
We will all become the valley
Is this what we wanted?
Death

Lips, covered in the rain
Oh, there’s no drainage
Are we drowning?
Did I live?
Hey you
Who?

Fire
I am
Burning heat
You will feel this
I can’t live with this
Not after what you did

Everything will be black
Rain, Fire, all dimmed
Oh my god
Blank maps
Frosted glass
Can we go back?
Answer that.