A Distant Pond From The Rivers Of Human Limelight

A chorus of candles 
Sing their burning red hymn 
Of shadow eating monsters 
And godlike reflexes. 
To the praise of mankind 
And his glorious machines. 
When you're spoonfed bullshit 
From day one 
You're not gonna know sugar 
When it finally comes 
And now your revelations are coming true. 
They're coming true.