The piece of future lost

Mechanical

And synthetic thoughts drive us? into a deconstructive theory
Fog covers a blurred horizon? uncontrollable hysteria
Diffused view through the storm... a future so obscure

This dark view of ourselves... Is eternity defeated?

Living in an ephemeral life full of emotions

Confined piece of future lost,
These emotions create the ability to live it,
Is just one more benefit of our intellect?

Pushing technology for our own torture

Probabilities of survival are almost none

On this depleted planet, all resources misused
Depopulation is now imminent


Brought to this world against our will
To the arid lands infected in faults
Bred, Born and raised as slaves

Loading the bitter yoke of this curse

A curse that has corrupted each mental state

Each weakness, each desire,
Each ability, will disappear
As a blow of lividity feeding our perversity


Our harmful and deconstructive lifestyle
That corrodes our primitive instincts


And the depths of our bowels reflecting our hate in the spoils of the dead ones,
As they drag their feet for the Earth consuming the putrid meat of our own abhorrence.