Unhinged - 2013/12/28

Child in the haze,
Caught up in it's own raze.
Observe a lonely mage,
Consumed by pointless rage.

Venom waits on lips,
From its teeth poison drips.
Smiling with aggression,
It subsists on obsession.

Rabid it seems to be,
When it tries to assault me.
Friendly is its cover,
To change to foe from lover.

It is sick and dying,
Some claim I am just lying.
While the child weeps,
The adult imprisoned sleeps.

Can this era ever end,
While the brat still depends?
How far shall we bend,
For actions we cannot defend?


Duckless Dynasty - 2013/12/19

Check out the bearded hicks,
Dancing for your pleasure on film.
Making duck calls for apes,
Who kill ducks on a primitive whim.

He and his family made it big,
Selling shit nobody will ever use.
We found he defends mad bigotry,
How the hell is any of this news?

Everybody shores up defenses,
As the head beard is suddenly canned.
One wonders if the drama is for,
Some free PR and intricately planned.

Ignore that it does not matter,
Because they just want you to converse.
By giving them any attention,
You encourage something more perverse.

This is the trap set by relics,
Who wish to battle you on their terms.
They want a soap box from which,
The world will spread their vile germs.

So you all now have a choice,
Will you continue to do their work?
Or will you subsist content,
That you may still watch whores twerk?


Separation Anxiety - 2013/12/16

There is a fire flickering behind me,
Some mystical illusion wrought on LCD.
Just one wonder in a menagerie of lies,
Burden of which we shall never relieve.

Voices whisper beckoning me to act out,
Am I insane or is it a technical blunder?
For I am unable to shut down and tune out,
As I have not found a home six feet under.

Sleep is for luddites that lack a charger,
The greatest networks simply do not sleep.
Disconnected and lacking a creative spark,
If we knew each other we would surely weep.

Each vessel is a nation unto themselves,
Incapable of denying the will of the group.
No matter what they believe they stand for,
They live their lives exiled from the loop.

Pity these fools who form a dying society,
They are symptoms of an incurable disease.
Where we have no bonds upon which to rely,
And every individual does as they please.


Lord Damned - 2013/12/15

At the end of the hall I can hear a knocking,
And I watch all the souls I know go flocking.
What unspeakable horrors do await them there,
Who am I to say or even just pretend to care?

Their motives and their moves concern me not,
All it does it contribute to the bulging rot.
Here in my cocoon I am removed from the pain,
Fighting to rebuild the tendrils of my reign.

I dare not lead but I expect people to follow,
By accepting whatever it is they must swallow.
For those are the terms of membership I offer,
Damn the elite and the wisdom they do proffer.

Yet I do draw the fools who cannot understand,
While they beat each other and defile my land.
Intellect layeth bricks on their road to hell,
As truth and they do not know each other well.

A foot competes by trying to outrun the other,
Trampling even people who were once a brother.
Lemming is the word most apt to describe them,
They commit the very acts they should condemn.

Fear those who subsist on this dying delusion,
For they live in a fantasy driven by illusion.
Do you see my actual visage lingers in prison,
As this world is a nightmare not of my vision?


Head On - 2013/12/12

A starless night descends upon a quiet world
Allowing the creatures of the night to taste
A piece of the extinct solitude and serenity
Which has been sacrificed in pointless haste
This unspoken pact will oh so soon be broken
By dreams of violence with which it is laced

Armies of fools dance around pillars of flame
Chanting in tongues of heathens long cast out
Claws adorn fingers and knives fill the hands
Now plans are made to mow down the few devout
Obese fools in tweed armed with ocular devices
Waste their time arguing what it is all about

Masses on the march the balance of power ends
Individuals find a grasp to match their reach
Figureheads in power attempt to deflect doom
By giving another of many a pointless speech
While the instigators shed their dark cloaks
Ascending to be Gods as they publicly preach

In a brief moment the world has now collapsed
Yet a possibility of hope lies on the horizon
Even those who steadfastly resisted evolution
Are now ever hastily and intricately devising
For this is a age of the connected malcontent
In which chaos is sown and instinct is rising


Hustler - 2013/12/10

Your goals are not known to me,
Nor the minions under your command.
When questioned you respond with rhetoric,
Which threatens the solace we have at hand.

Your face is etched with a grin,
After leaving behind laughing matters.
You wave your banner du jour fervently,
Ignoring the fact it is clearly in tatters.

Your eyes wide shut you cry havoc,
And let slip the dogs of your torpor.
If you are not willing to lift a finger,
What the hell is this eternal battle for?

Your mind suffers from disconnect,
Even as your mouth fires off a volley.
My own ethics be damned for I do dream,
Of being able to document your fatal folly.

Your deficiencies are not unique,
Regardless each day they chip away.
In this bedlam for second rate crooks,
Is there any justice card left to play?

Your character is known by most,
Whispers precede all your appearances.
The lowly audience knows your failures,
Ever diligently sharing their experiences.


Avert Thy Eyes - 2013/12/03

I want to know what lies beyond,
Those stars which beckon my eyes.
It appears that only in the void,
Will I find the answer to my whys.

Each day I face the awful truth,
On Earth nobody dares contemplate.
And here I reside in this prison,
Dreaming of a day I can innovate.

The leaders wielding all the power,
Got baubles they are unable to use.
Always willing to stomp on anybody,
Worthy enough to suffer from abuse.

Tied up and left to simmer all day,
They believe their problems solved.
Never mind that a cancer is growing,
One upon which their misery revolves.

I want to grasp them by the wrist,
And explain it all in simple words.
But I know that to do so will mean,
I am no longer part of their herds.

Perhaps it is time to face the truth,
That nirvana is but a childlike dream.
As the world is run by infantile fools,
Who are doomed to fail or so it seems.


Father Charon - 2013/11/21

Two coins is my fare good sir,
Only then shall I ferry you across.
Ignore those who choose to stay,
As eternal bliss is worth any cost.
Take all you desire with you,
Anything left behind shall be lost.

So you want to know what awaits?
You'll soon see it all for yourself.
Be easy for you will soon meet,
Long lost friends in perfect health.
For although you now own nothing,
There will soon be infinite wealth.

On my honor as a gentleman alone,
Our agreement is like a sacred vow.
I ferry you across the darkness,
For now you are my own sacred cow.
Recall that you solemnly agreed,
To forget all you knew before now.

Alas the few lights are snuffed,
For we have entered the underworld.
The way back is now forever shut,
It is time for truth to be unfurled.
The paradise I promised you before,
Is a hell into which you were hurled.

Please it is time to disembark,
Fresh faces await on the far shore.
Do not dare claim you were tricked,
That is a tactic that I quite abhor.
You wanted something for nothing,
Reality is what you chose to ignore.


Bloody Quills - 2013/11/17

Like a merry-go-round spinning in hell,
It seems that things are not going well.
Once again unto the breach down the pit,
Do any of you try to truly give a shit?

I speak this way because it defines me,
Vocabulary precedes cold weakness, see?
Forget the words spitting from my lips,
Instead watch all the invisible blips.

They bounce around as if to some tune,
Played by a fucking deaf and dumb loon.
Are they high or is there a disconnect?
Lets call out a perfection not so erect.

Spare me your platitudes and indignation,
This is a not some game, it is our nation.
Cry your eyes shut so I can pry them open,
You are ready for truth or so I am hoping.

Welcome to a vicious cycle, it is our cell,
Your arrival was heralded with a great bell.
That rang incessantly all fucking year long,
Asking us to murder you no matter how wrong.

Drink the poison coursing through our veins,
Become one with our misery insight and pains.
It is never too late to be part of something,
Whether it is hope or of the horrors we sing.


Space Seed - 2013/11/16

Derelicts as far as the eye can see,
Within a millennium they will be dust.
Dead, dying and subsequently expunged,
Ancient empires were not quite robust.
Much later our distant genetic progeny,
Shall subsist by breathing their rust.

Even the aged breathe for but a moment,
Giving their descendants this new pain.
Books of official historical accounts,
Dare not survive long enough to explain.
Why the tears of yesteryear will evolve,
Into the horror of modern day acid rain.

Time is the sieve on an enclosed track,
What filtered through once shall again.
Simply disregard the specifics of each,
It is never less than a matter of when.
No matter how stoically fools struggle,
They shall depart from us now and then.

Come back they shall but after we leave,
Hanging just out of reach of perception.
Never believe that you can escape this,
That is the ultimate in self deception.
Just see that the most terrible ending,
Is in and of itself a way to inception.


Teetering - 2013/11/08

In one moment they defend it to the death,
This lie that compels every single breath.
Then in the next before we even realized,
They surprised all of us and apologized.

What inspired this sudden change of heart,
Is it because their plan is falling apart?
Whatever the case our eyes refuse to focus,
Scanning for the source of the hocus pocus.

Hands creep to the holsters ready to fire,
Ready to return to the reality of the liar.
Even on the brink of a future in the void,
Nobody dares to resurrect what we destroyed.

One slip and together we all shall tumble,
Yet recognizing it may disturb our rumble.
Yet there it was wafting on a dying breeze,
A twig from one of the extinct olive trees.

The sky above is now spewing something foul,
While the beasts underground steadily growl.
Is this more trickery or an honest attempt,
To rise above the fray and ignore contempt?

Yet in the final second when all seems lost,
One extraordinary soul sees the actual cost.
He extends a hand which then clasps another,
So longtime enemies can be fervent brothers.


Puppet Strings - 2013/11/02

Embrace your beast while its arms beckon,
If it compels you now is the time I reckon.
Stare long to see a sultry look in its eye,
And piss in the wind rather than query why.

Later when consequences show you no mercy,
All shall gossip about you being so pursy.
But don't fret my friend, live in the now,
Only tomorrow shall the world whisper wow!

Pop one right after another wherever it goes,
When will the lunacy end, who the hell knows?
All I know is that there are stories to tell,
No matter how we make our way to a fiery hell.

Be sure my friend, this is no laughing matter,
As one life expires in the resulting splatter.
But I shall take your side and raise my glass,
Even as you end this meal by showing your ass.

I am just an enabler, the devil on your side?
What kind of monster forced you on this ride?
As one complicit in these deeds I cannot judge,
But that cannot keep you from holding a grudge.

These thoughts breed within my head tonight,
No amount of indulgence shall make it right.
Yet while no amount of penance will derive,
I am confident that I myself shall survive.


So Fucking What - 2013/10/31

I hear you all hooting and hollering,
And now I figure to introduce myself.
Don't distribute the party favors yet,
I'd rather you left them on the shelf.

Somebody somewhere just crossed a line,
Imaginary as this humanity we do share.
Before I was trying to find some peace,
But hey why in the hell would you care?

You gotta share your glee and excitement,
About this event which matters not at all.
Any ballsy idiot who denies you that right,
Will be nailed to everybody's virtual wall.

Please explain all the pomp and prestige,
For juiced meat heads who cheat the game.
Then tell me why this sad victory matters,
As the opposite leaves the world the same.

Fear not as I'm sure buildings will burn,
As fans on either side stoke inquisition.
Which leaves the sane among us forgotten,
In a very troubling and awkward position.

In mere months it will matter even less,
When the cycle of pointless begins anew.
But then again we all cherish our vices,
Even as mine make me different from you.


Backdraft - 2013/10/29

Dozens of derelicts in the distance beckon me,
Tempting me with dreams of treasures I may see.
Is the strip of asphalt with hovels lining it,
Paradise I seek or an island in a sea of shit?

Explain to me this mad illusion that I was sold,
Whatever kind of criminal would dare be so bold?
Is this a dream or a nightmare clogging my intake,
Which supernatural power will allow me to unmake?

Broken down beasts neglected and forgotten roam,
Another heresy explained by no mythological tome.
Music blaring in my ears over air as if by magic,
Allows me to ignore the reality that is so tragic.

The wafting breeze carries the smell of blood,
My nostrils cringe at the thought of the flood.
Yet all is quiet on the horizon for the moment,
Leaving me unprepared for a future of atonement.

Mongrels crawl up to my disintegrating doorstep,
Undermining years spent building this nasty rep.
Institutions are falling even as bigotry rises,
Leading fools down a street hiding no surprises.

So behind prison bars and ever thickening walls,
I still deny it and persist in issuing my calls.
Will anybody listen and obediently come hither,
Or will I wait and be forever doomed to wither?


Human - 2013/10/20

Cherry blossoms wafting on the breeze,
Remnants of dreams we can never seize.
Birthed of the sweet smells of spring,
These are times of which we will sing.

The seasons still pass by as if by design,
Yet despite the time I covet what is mine.
Like branches from the trunk of the tree,
Are choices the end of which I cannot see.

Now we walk a path of embellished dreams,
Where nothing that was is now as it seems.
For boots march in lockstep ready for war,
And I try to forget what we have in store.

The final gift of cleansing light invites,
Battling mythical days spent flying kites.
Only truth can be the final arbiter of it,
Ignoring what historians one day may writ.

Back here in the present the schism grows,
The paradise I had feels its first throes.
So I act freely though I am set on a path,
Where I will incur every universe's wrath.

Heaven opened when a gatekeeper perished,
That single moment was forever cherished.
Evidently one may still grasp it someway,
But however one might do it I cannot say.


We the Comatose - 2013/10/17

This morning a voice beckons from the haze,
Is it a mudslinger or a victim of our raze?
Both are stark raving mad and spewing hate,
Labeling us as crazy masters of their fate.

Such lazy and slovenly people you seem to be.
This is the world you created, why blame me?
The hands of your ancestors harvested power,
Within it's grace their children did shower.

Are your memories so tenuous or do you deny,
That you must use your wings in order to fly?
No wind shall swoop down and help you ascend,
Believing otherwise shall lead to a dead end.

Scoff if you will but the world does not care,
Ask the innocent dying each day if it is fair.
In your split level homes inebriated and dying,
Dare you claim that we are the only ones lying?

Children believe that politics shapes culture,
Those who absolve themselves play the vulture.
If we all have been granted the power to rule,
Why are we as a nation so unbelievably cruel?

Go on punching the ticket once every few years,
Support a system that just feeds on your fears.
Spew your vitriol at me if thats what you want,
But the guilt you have buried will still haunt.


Impasse - 2013/10/14

Got crazy smiles stitched on long faces,
Senile fucks can't figure out shoelaces.
Giving press conferences for mongoloids,
Are those age spots or just hemorrhoids?
Nobody knows cause reality aint in play,
Who knows what they will fuck up today!

Both sides share gang colors like twins,
Red, white and blue on cheap lapel pins.
Always jabbing without trying to listen,
All part of the shadow game for position.
They sit idle and fall back on tradition,
Rather than reverse their decomposition.

If you are feeling just a bit frustrated,
Just imagine any of them being perforated.
Though squeezing until their big eyes pop,
Ensures another maggot will reach the top.
Whatever smells rotten is very likely dead,
Even that imaginary nation within our head.

Show up at the polls and cast their ballot,
You may as well be beat with a damn mallet.
If you cant find the sucker at your table,
Then you are living within a fucking fable.
Because without another volunteer my dear,
The current official sucker is you I fear.

Are you poor, broke, helpless or in need?
They will sacrifice you out of pure greed.
Do you still have faith the system works?
Not so when it is raped by corrupt jerks.
Are you ready to sit down and share tea?
It's laced with poison why can't you see?


Crucifixion - 2013/10/11

We are pulled in multiple directions,
By the thugs at either end of our rope.
Fools on either side dutifully worship,
Their tepid master as if he were a pope.

They bicker and scream tossing epithets,
Fencing with the words of the unevolved.
Inevitably the masses do enter the fray,
Or try to escape by staying uninvolved.

Yet there can be no escape from our hell,
The flames of which are fueled by insanity.
Pray, tithe, cry and chant all you please,
As the idea of heaven is one of mad vanity.

If you are distressed spare us your tears,
For such helpless emotion has no place here.
We are the few and the proud who see truth,
And refuse to accept their lies out of fear.

Look close as the foundation is weakening,
Even as the roof threatens to crush us all.
Though you believe that God shall save you,
He will just be the first against the wall.

Those storm clouds waiting on the horizon,
Care not which legion you foolishly serve.
As we all are destined to suffer greatly,
When those in power get what they deserve.


Chariots of Fire - 2013/10/05

I woke to the morning cold assaulting,
In a strange way I was unacquainted with.
Both of my eyes locked in their sockets,
Shackles binding me forged by some smith.

While I rot a scent wafted on the breeze,
Crumbs of stale bread inspiring homicide.
Despite the great surplus of my willpower,
My limbs sat unwilling to grant me a ride.

In the sky a black flock of birds cawed,
Moving listlessly without any real plan.
Whereupon hope swooped in on some breeze,
As I then began to move like any other man.

Excitement flooded synapses in my cortex,
Electricity flowed into all my extremities.
Within a brief moment my life is laid out,
Hours wasted waylaying sheep in the cities.

The black mass seems to be creeping closer,
While that strengthening scent encircles me.
My first instinct is to call out for help,
Yet it seems my lips are paralyzed you see.

In a rush of realization and welcome relief,
The particulars of my situation become clear.
For behold my friends these are carrion birds,
And oh my they appear to drawing quite near.

They pluck out my eyes and those of my men,
Tasty appetizers which enhance their brunch.
In all honesty our bloated and fit carcasses,
Will likely provide for more than just lunch.

In these moments before darkness takes hold,
I am given full knowledge of crimes committed.
We simply maimed, murdered, raped and stole,
And hung this morning as we were not acquitted.


Tea Time - 2013/10/04

Here in grand old asylum,
The patients have risen to rule.
Today they wield great power,
Over their masters who were so cruel.

Wails fill the multiplying rebel halls,
Pain is etched in every uttered word.
For today is the day the most insane,
Rises to lead the ever confused herd.

Some say it was a battle of wits,
I steadfastly claim that it was not.
For the smartest among them,
Was immediately dismembered and shot.

They cackle while they mumble,
Ruling with a doctrine of irrationality.
I may be dead and quite irrelevant,
Yet even I look forward to some finality.

Soon they will gather in the atrium,
Knives at the throats of their soul mates.
And without any concern at all,
They will murder their fellow reprobates.

What price shall the world pay,
To watch this grotesque sideshow play out?
Will the intellectual elite,
Ever be able to explain what this was about?

Some shall ban it in hopes of hiding,
While others will embrace the discussion.
But for all others if is guaranteed,
They will retreat into their normal concussion.


Enigma - 2013/10/01

This tale is about a girl whose name you do know.
I fell head over heels for her early on in life.
We concocted such elaborate plans for our future.
Some claim our ignorance was luxurious and rife.
Together we knew we could surmount any obstacle.
While alone we would only battle unending strife.

I am unable to recall the precise day it happened.
Yet I admit it to end all the pain and tribulation.
Sometime later on in life our persuasions changed.
After our happiness had toppled out of circulation.
For it took both of us so very long to realize it,
Which birthed many years of needless frustration.

The tales that they told me as a child were lovely,
As sunlight illuminating roses on a midsummer day.
Looking back I can now understand how they skewed,
Allowing me to look at you in a very different way.
You are cruel, ugly and entrap better men than me,
Because wealth alone determines with whom you lay.

What we had was an illusion fermented in my mind.
A lie told to keep from sharing the horrible facts.
You are the whore who tries to enslaves her master.
Opening him up to all sorts of treacherous attacks.
When I confronted you with all my hard revelations,
Only then did I notice puss oozing from your cracks.

Not only are you limping but you are crumbling fast,
A crucible balanced upon a miracle that cannot last.
Yet you refused to acknowledge every heartfelt plea.
You would not even acknowledge that you ever knew me.
Most wings once touched, never leave the cold ground.
But I now embrace a future where you are not around.


Screw Who You - 2013/09/13

The polluted sky above is scorched
While the abodes below are burning
Embers cast aside assault passerby
In a world where nobody is learning

Empty cribs sway in a poison breeze
As masses are starving not breeding
Metal husks lie abandoned and rusted
Mobility is not what we were needing

The strong and productive cut down
By blades of those useless and weak
Their warnings echo in eerie flames
In a future of which they did speak

Cancers and tumors limited in number
Soothsayers battling virtual reality
Silenced by tellers of the tall tales
Leading us toward a crippled finality

Behold our great battle has been lost
This weave of existence has unraveled
Glance back at the path humanity trod
And the short distance we have traveled


Hero - 2013/07/30

Gone gone gone
His visage caught on a fickle breeze
Mute mute mute
May the town crier never speak again
Dead dead dead
Locked up for as long as they please

Free free free
To exist within an impenetrable cage
Dumb dumb dumb
Pawns ignorant of what was sacrificed
Late late late
Wearing their armor of irrational rage

March march march
Never question the path which we walk
Chant chant chant
Whisper lies which cleanse your soul
Gag gag gag
But never tell them how much you balk

Dig dig dig
I hope your humanity can rest in peace
Pray pray pray
That your soul fares better than you
Wail wail wail
For your soul you do not own the lease


Cockfight - 2013/07/14

Welcome to the world of civilized minds
Humane enough to accommodate most kinds
The systems in place to cull deviations
Exist beyond many classic frustrations
Except when participants of the system
Feel it is subject to their every whim

Rules that we know to be fine and dandy
Seemingly go awry leaving society randy
Debased enough to mount their high horse
Full of hatreds once par for the course
Fools are cultivating a taste for blood
Now urging the world to unleash a flood

Eye for eye is the siren song for fools
Ones giving in to the mob are just tools
Pitchforks and torches bolster the watch
Designed to fix what another one botched
One way or another there shall be blood
While the cultured drag us into the mud

Welcome to the world of the angry cabal
Where being wrong means starting a brawl
Forget where righteous indignation leads
While both the innocent and guilty bleed
When all anybody seems to crave is blood
Certainly bodies will topple with a thud


Scavengers - 2013/07/12

Behold the crowd that feeds on lies
Eyes glaze over as the cries arise
Their logic circuits in hibernation
As they partake in the consecration
Buried babies litter the road ahead
We sob yet they are better off dead

Feast on his soul never mind his pain
For each piece sold is monetary gain
Accrue sympathy as one would baubles
Dismissing every legitimate squabble
Pluck heartstrings only a master can
While fools flock and lend you a hand

Come one come all and enjoy the feast
Oh please donate a few bucks at least
We built a prison for him in between
Giving him a life no matter how mean
If you disagree feel free to stuff it
As he is our vegetable and we love it

If you see pearly gates let him pass
It is clear he was not built to last
Put aside your self centered desires
And be honest about what he requires
Serenade him to sleep one final time
For anything else is a heinous crime


That Old House - 2013/06/18

It stands strong against ravages of time
Resisting a hard wind which will prevail
Within the hearth we count our blessings
As those left behind pray to see it fail

Unwashed, unkept and without any ability
Fucking haters staring through the fence
Sucking down the precious oxygen we have
Nasty sons of bitches won't even pay rent

Upon inspection the paint seems chipped
A quaint white picket fence is splitting
And with a clogged and leaky septic tank
The front yard itself seems to be shitting

Laughter wafts in hitching on poisoned air
Through gaping holes busted in sheet glass
Deaf occupants living inside seem unaware
That the fucking dream simply cannot last

Plotting and scheming doesn't mean shit
Only a few realize it don't matter a bit
Hurricane force gales come from the east
Planting the seeds for their future feast

Toss that can of gasoline and the matches
It's time to light this fucking bitch up
One way or another it appears inevitable
That life within the house will soon erupt

Many years later the story of this house
Will be forgotten for better or for worse
Our ability to forget about the hard wind
Is as much a blessing as it is a curse


In Memoriam - 2013/05/26

Teardrops tumble amid the rain
Lovers pause and stop to glance
It is not the scene which compels
But a lonely vagrant lacking pants

He hasnt shaved in many lifetimes
Stubble plentiful like shitty beer
His voice is slurred and incoherent
And his eyes are anything but clear

Many words emerge in the cacophony
Birthed from between his putrid lips
Whether it is real no soul will know
Perhaps the result of many LSD trips

View this child of the mother lost
Her vicious womb ever ensnaring him
Toss the bastard some bits of change
For the daily snort is his only shim

One day blood runs through the gutter
On the next the fire will sputter out
Passerby will not be asked to notice
As they are pointlessly running about

So let us remember the ones perished
Lives cut short by unnatural selection
For any society lacking real compassion
Is also one that lacks actual direction


Peas in a Pod - 2013/03/26

We converse even though he is not
A porter of a disinterested world
Buckling under the pressure of rot

His voice complements your thoughts
Honing you into the blade he wields
Proud to bear all his good tidings
While shedding blood in dying fields

Can you hear whispers of black deeds
Echoing from within your secret soul
Sowing and birthing countless seeds

Whoever will accept responsibility now
Hands of the era all cleansed of guilt
A pittance palmed as though by pauper
Behold and marvel at our rancid quilt

Do you smell rotting flesh at your feet
Its stench opposing all of civilization
Your new throne beckons now take a seat

Wails of the tortured and oppressed rise
Forming the modern crescendo of insanity
In private cloisters you sit by his will
Consumed by archaic laws and petty vanity

Will you remember the finale of our show
Or have my friends been utterly consumed
For am I one of the lost who cannot know

In the end I know eternal darkness falls
Not even the universe itself will outlast
Though I cannot help but to be concerned
As you fight to get us there so very fast