Only distant fragments you can recall
Swimming in an empty ocean of stars
Tough choice really, can’t decide
In a race with no finish line
They say it’s all about gameplay
But most of you would go insane
Stuck in a neverending level
Overcoming mankind’s oldest struggle
Face the fear of nonexistence someday
Or be just a ‘constant’ of energy
Forgetting the things most dear to you
Just wannabe Orochimarus
In the long run it might be a curse
A millenium or after a million years
To do everything I could ever want
Eventually, would I have to turn it off?
Living 4ever – a fate worse than death
Unless I’m a beautiful Vampire, then, Yes
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