Cobainity

Burn out, fade away What's it matter how I lay, Down for the eternal rest Does it determine the final test? Is god disappointed of the pest He's created Or elatated To have beings to compare, Smirks on with a sinful glare The powertrip, the pleasure Give them desire for good measure Make them aspire to be like me But to achieve is impossible see Trapped in the circle race, End seeming just out of view And when fate meets their face That will be the resets cue Round and round they go, Sitting up upon the throne Time moves rather slow, When it is just a loan Why would one create, If it was not for gain I would not debate If I was given full reign