I feel like I'm wrapped in an imagination of fairy tales
Thin like the wings of a dragonfly
And outside my protective skin is another world of iron and blood
And things no one should ever think of

Why we're able to ask such questions is the cruelest irony indeed
What is so important that so much must exist to get it made?
I wish the whole universe were gone,
I wish upon a star that the whole of this hateful universe were gone.