See Through - Cthulhu (Or Reincarnation. An Agony. In Infinite Fits)

This world is a spinning slaughterhouse.
A Carousel of reeling repetition.
A Roller Coaster ride over hills of anxiety
into vales of terrifying uncertainty.
A fixed game of no chance, that in the end
ensures that we lose everything.

The fabric of our flesh fatigues
like metal under strain.
And breaks our hold,
loosens our grip,
as we are finally flung
from the fairground of life.

Murdered by the mangling frenzy of greed
which is, but the nature of the material.

Strings of scattered genetic shards
and remnants of subtle energies which
built our fairground forms,
weave into tentacles of attraction,
drawing us back
into the gurgling glare
of gaudy light.