Volatile hope has you crumbled and surrounded in a dusty array of humiliation.
Ghosts speak lies into naive minds.
Unseal the blindfold, don't fall into your mass grave.


Evacuate your dusk home of vacancy,
Where you're surrounded by a spurious substance.

Where you're transgressing deeper into a tightened noose that tears at your neck.

Following false signs of the truth you envision actuality through a blurred lens, as your being thrown onto a deathbed.


That path contains no divergence, but rather carries an essence of senselessness.
But your ignorance has gotten the best of you, and I can do nothing but watch.


Look around, and realize that this atmosphere has outspoken.
Unlike your pretentious hero.


Wake up.


So many follow fate into conclusions, if only their deaf ears could hear my warning.
So many follow fate into conclusions, if only their opaque minds could process honesty.


Wake up, humanize, time has been wasted on a malicious mapmaker.

This irrational conviction has driven the nails into your casket.

Wake up.