Doomsday Algorithm

Kill your darlings, and their darlings too Everything that meant anything (or nothing) to you It can't be helped, the gods have spoken We have but rudimentary control Kill your darlings, and their darlings too Crush eternal enterprise, it's all up to you It can't be helped, the gods have spoken We have but rudimentary control It can't be helped - it's already in motion We have but the illusion of control You may feel a little sick around this new arithmetic What's the flame and what's the wick inside this cruel arithmetic Play for me, beautiful, don't let me think too hard Play for me, beautiful, while chaos tears into us Play for me, beautiful, I never wanted it to end this way Play for me, beautiful, all you can do is play Kill your darlings, and their darlings too Everything that meant anything, or nothing, is gone I never wanted it to end this way But you have bought us another day Destruction's easy. Creation's something more If I still have it in me, it'll be better than before