In the distance, they are circlingnI watch them go around and around, never tiringnThe one near death is hypnotized and closes its eyesnOne last timenPatiently they wait for that perfect moment to descendnAnd pick to pieces a once healthynBody of passion and lifennIt’s me or it’s you and I get to decidenWhich one lives and which one diesnWhere and when?nHow and why?nHERE and NOWnA vital organ plucked outnBecause I need to survivenSelf-sacrifice is suicidennCircling with occasional criesnOf delight?nOf anticipation or remorse for nature’s ceaseless patterns?nBinding every being to the same sick fatenWhat unfortunate creature must suffernWatching a thousand deaths spiral slowly towards itnnIt’s me or it’s you and I get to decidenWhich one lives and which one diesnWhere and when?nHow and why?nHERE and NOWnA vital organ plucked outnBecause I need to survivenSelf-sacrifice is suicidennWhat unfortunate creature must suffernWatching a thousand deaths spiral towards itnWith the will but not the strength to move onnFrom this placenJust close your eyes, just breathe your last sighnJust let go of this lifenJust close your eyes, just breathe your last sighnJust let go, it’s come now, your timennHow do you want us to die?nWith regrets rotting away all of my success?nWith longing eating away at my fulfillment?nMust every self-interested act inflictnDevastation on another?nWould you rather rot or be picked to pieces (still) alive?nHow do you want us to die?