This temple of sacrifice feeds sorrow aplenty, To nurture its agonizing corruption. It envelops your mind, Breeds conformity, and peril unfolds. The hourglass is broken, the sand was lost to conformity, Becoming nothing more than a speck of dust in the rubble On a sidewalk that leads the fool to paradise. There he dwells with hopelessness, Still waiting for the answer that he didn't hear. The chilling sound of crushing metal was quite loud when the car radio shut off.