A chariot of creatures was circling the sun
And moving by its light and exposing everyone
There's no such thing as hidden, nor stone that's left unturned
And all the earth's uncovered, in waiting to be burned
And even all the fishes who populate the seas
Are dwindling in number, a school of vacancies
If anyone was counting, they too have disappeared
Unraveled in the darkness to which they had adhered
Becoming one is easy when death is in the air
For anything that's breathing will enter in its lair
But some will see a second, another kind of end
A ghost of desperation that chose to play pretend