At break of day our eyes will close.
We pray that soon the sun will go,
To hide behind a moon that glows.
We pray that soon the falling snow,
Will conceal the ground below,
Which opens up and swallows us whole.
We will not be forgotten, though.

Our stories are read by those who are late,
And they will know of our mistakes,
And be smart enough to slam on brakes,
For finally they know the stakes,
And refuse to follow in the fate,
Of a world consumed by floods of hate,
Where all we know disintegrates.

And all that's left is Dust.

As I read, my mind in my own perception,I need time and rotation in my own destination
This war is not over , Dealing with this pain forever
A fever disease in my soul that took me from cancer
Incurable disease, find some treatment that doesn't exist.

Red eyes behind the mist , the visibility of my vision
Radiation in the skies can you feel the temptation?
Dead Trees with a keen eye for a mission
Melting in my soul ,alien abduction in my own invention.


Ambient is so dark,blackened beyond existence
Sweating,Shaking I felt doom incompetent
Auras of the illusion keeps chasing me
They want me to sleep in the grave at the cemetery.

Let me just lay down
foundation.
This is where we'll stay
  every night.
Our gaze is sky bound
to the sun.
The only star gaze
 we'll follow.

Suffering is all we've ever known
and all we'll ever know is suffering.

As we cook under
this heat,
our rotten husks turn
to meat,
and we'll just take a
seat,
in our little house
of peat.

Doom myself to mediocrity,
Doom myself for good.
Raise myself to excellence,
Sacrifice my good.
Try to make a difference,
Gladly - if I could.
Is all that’s left to settle?
I won’t accept it though I should.