How shall we comfort ourselves,
The murderers of all murderers?²
To the abyss we cry,
poor banished children of evolution.³
Collapsing under the weight of our own heads,
Struggling to sleep under the thunderous sky,
We sang to ourselves a lullaby,
We took the blue pill.⁴ Once we were happy,
And then we lost ignorance.⁵
Tossed back into the meaningless pit,
to be the middle children of history.⁶