We are, are we?

We allow the world to burn
We watch, we wait, we whistle a tune,
Whilst it ends in smoke around us.
No matter though, 
Why should we care after all?
What did the world do for us, right?
Except turn us on our heads and make us into the beings of our nightmares,
We become the nightmare ourselves, 
We are the nightmare
We are the flame,
We are the darkest of nights that delves into the stars
We destroy the stars
We rip them apart with our hands
We are the disease.
No.
I am the disease.
I am the nightmare.