Neglecting all the necessities,
Contaminate this very foundation,
Decimate beauty and grieve misery.
Sickness not ignorance is curable.
Embracing a culture of chaos,
Dismiss all truth,
Force-fed to believe nonesense,
Blind faith will undoubtedly conquer.
Displacement of unmoral trickery,
Stalking our ghosts,
Tattooed with sin.
Marching with unending madness,
What can begin without ending?
Crippling fatigue, resisting dormancy,
Decay encased within apathy,
Bleeding the soul.
Beneath a dying sun,
A dead sky over the next horizon.
You wear the jester mask,
And I sit upon this throne.
Basking in this facade,
Oh how foolishly we dance.
In this morbid reality,
Weeping for forgiveness,
Pleading for salvation,
Realization of true fate.
The race that creates,
Is the hand that destroys.
The mystery is not in death,
But in how there is life!