Your life
Carried out
In dissonance

Cut off
Suffocate
No oxygen


Redirecting life
To the firmament

Unknown to us
Still seems so different
Better than this hell that we created

Better than this hell that we created

Collecting ruptured troubled souls

It should've been foreseen
Prevented at the least


Sightlessness
Haunting evolution
From within her

Cutting her throat
With her own damned hands
Counted out in this world


Flanked by the astral madness
What seemed to be the final touch

The origin of every single cataleptic being
Soon to be martyrs fall into
No jurisdiction's left around here

Coexisting on a plain of self inflicted casualty