The Repudiated Immortals

«All you little things are incomplete»
Why did he speak of us that way?
I don’t cry not 'cause I don’t care
It’s very hard to feel the way we used to feel up there
The creator of what’s now cliché
Wants us little things to cry and feel alone
But don’t don’t lose hope no no no no
No no no don’t feel sad 'cause it’s a violent world
But there’s still beauty
I’ll take care of you if you take care of me
I like to sit and listen to the sound
Of the snowflakes landing on the trees
But I can’t get used to feeling cold
I can’t get used to what has happened here to you and me
There’s no escaping so I won’t try
It’s just the heaviness that comes with knowing you will never die