I watch the skies, as the bombs fall like hail
The screams of the dying, the sickness, the frail
We had it all, but we couldn't see
The destruction that we'd bring, the fall from grace
Sharp is the edge of the fractal of humanity
Shredding like a chainsaw through eternity
Man and man, running antithetically
All sonder a synonymous path bearing to escape me
The illumination of my hand casts a shadow upon the land
A raging flame to be extinguished
Darkness revealed, a beam of light concealed
At the brink of oblivion will be diminished
My iron quill takes a spill at my inkwell
The parchment's soaking but my mind is at a standstill
Into the mess I gaze, reality is paved
The gutters run red as they choke on the bitter pill
My consignment from green to the gates for the earth's refinement
Endless violence. Begin the silence
Abdicate the immanence and pray for the realignment
Take the breath away
The price they pay
The souls will ferry as they bend to my will
And they fucking will
(Apophenia)
You and I are much the same
(Pareidolia)
But none of us less to blame
Hypothetically, Suicidal
Quiet minds suffocated by the rainfall
Endless layers of fear
A grim perspective from the outside
I wear 1000 masks, which do you see?
Does that say more of you? Or more of me?
Slowly breaking away at the mould
The martyrs begging for command to hold
I wear 1000 masks, which do you see?
Does that say more of you? Or more of me?
