Standing in this land of ruin
With blackened teeth and bloodshot eyes
Bodies wither and writhe like serpents
Abandoned in desperate times
Sickened with an ancient curse
We know not who to blame for this malady
But It makes no difference to the suffering one
Who spins the webs between the lies
Who spins the webs between these lies
The flickering flame
And siren song
The moonlit glow
A face appears
My state of mind
Shattered
And for a billion years
There was nothing
For a billion more
The gods appeared
Your life means nothing
When you start to wonder
Is this the ending
It seems so fascinating
A thousand eyes
And a thousand hands
With a billion blades
To find a place to hide
Forever searching
Always reaching out
Isolation never ending
Tonight we will find who has the wits and will to see the end… if that’s what you want
Divine, purity, the stuff of make-believe, self-righteously dogmatic
The searing flame from down below
Such despicable thoughts I must call my own
Despite all they said I could not hear or see the way it was, so willfully blind
Rewrite all the lies I left unsaid, wait to impart until the very end
And what did my eyes see
When I lost all control
This fear is contagious
Peeling away my consciousness
My venomous rapture
It’s all unravelling
Left for the very end
There is nothing for us anymore
Livid, unconscious of malcontent existence; suffering is thankfully brief
And after this storm
Never again
This dark inferno a twisting rage
Behind the light a hateful gaze
Until the end
In the dark I cannot see
His crippled hand is guiding me out
Possessed now I feel his strength
Never shall I relinquish this
Once again, I find myself staring into the abyss
cunning, spiteful ,tempting
Ending this would be suicide
If that’s what you want, I’ll make it right
Tonight
Hate myself for everything
Blame the world just the same
In spite of my lies
The vestigial remains
Of a life crushed in an instant
Unjust adjudication
What the righteous had foreseen
And the pious fall to the wicked
Gold turns to ash
And my corps
Is set ablaze
All knowledge surrendered
The golden horns arise
All humanity plundered
For the “greater good”
What have the wicked
Done to earn this life
Ghost from a past life haunting my soul
Whispering reminders of past woes
I stare into the crooked sky and embrace
The emptiness vast and true
I know of only one way to quell the fear
Without consciousness we would be free
I’m locked up inside this room
No light of day, miasmatic fumes
Oh, After all that we’ve done
All wasted, nothing was won
Oh, to bleed again, to be reviled
This hollow frame
It’s beckoning me and I can feel it
I’m shuddering
The end is near and I can’t shake it
My eyes averting gaze
There is no following me into the darkness
Twisting and writhing
Is getting old
Even fire that burns
Can grow so cold
No turning back
Go
Wishful thinking
Never did any good
Even best intentions
Misunderstood
I’ll stand my ground
Wait for the end
The end is near
The end is night
The end is here
The end in sight
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