Erased- by: unknown forgotten

You see what I see
What I hear
Stupid human scum
We destroy
Pull strings
Bang on walls
Work the world
The sun burns hotter than it ever has
And sears the flesh
Until we blister with hate
And unreleased hostility

Well once the morning rolls over
It brings the calm
I don't hate the dead
I hate the living souls

I could never
I would rather be erased
And sink into the quicksand
The sand I've always dreamed about as an escape
Passion for the forgotten
I'll forget all
But only with what is brought next