Blackness, inside to out
Like a benign tumor turned terminal
Here we are at the dawn our conclusion
Penned, paid for and played out by us all
Seconds slow as we count down to death
Reflection eclipsed by blame to place
Fingers point in every direction
While resting on hair triggers
The gun is our callous indifference
The bullet is what we have become
We have fellated fate for far too long
Taste our infliction, and know that we were wrong
There is a beauty within this violent paradigm
And that lies with the inevitability of our end
Staring into the abyss of man
Empty, consumed, ruled by it's dead hand
May the horror of human nature
Feed the horror of realization
Caskets for empires founded on fault lines
Caskets for empires
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Like a benign tumor turned terminal
Here we are at the dawn our conclusion
Penned, paid for and played out by us all
Seconds slow as we count down to death
Reflection eclipsed by blame to place
Fingers point in every direction
While resting on hair triggers
The gun is our callous indifference
The bullet is what we have become
We have fellated fate for far too long
Taste our infliction, and know that we were wrong
There is a beauty within this violent paradigm
And that lies with the inevitability of our end
Staring into the abyss of man
Empty, consumed, ruled by it's dead hand
May the horror of human nature
Feed the horror of realization
Caskets for empires founded on fault lines
Caskets for empires
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