we sit in tacit sunsets
upon mountains made of filth
that society left behind
to fulfill their vapid dreams

a story never started
but dying to be ceased
we stare into the eye of bliss
but only see the void

in search of boundless golden truth
we march on through the dregs

no fear is here
antiquated anxiety abounds

the walls breathe our name
in determinant prophecy

we wait
for the stars only

we watch
sick and lonely

promising future becomes drowned
by unveracity's sweet nectar

in a vestige of truth we reside

one day
in a realm far away
we will awake
and the throne we will take