The perplexed, yet stoic faces of the mass
Move in perfect synchronicity along its course
Frowns felt with crushing gravitational force
When existence itself feels like a trespass

Maniacal howls pierce the night by the apex
Today, the fear of Gévaudan still reverberates
Heads in the sand as the beast celebrates
The giant’s foot stands firm on feeble necks

Underneath pretense, the green light shines
To be deemed disposable, classified as obsolete
Is when the voices emit their scorching heat
On crumbling foundations, the oblivious dines

As the once quiet sea explosively expands
We find ourselves engulfed by waves and flames
Dwelling in this flow, I watch as it claims
Tranquility after the chaos is where it ends