In absentia, without sound Attribute wisdom to a still tongue Breathe in stale air to heal all wounds We see the end. We see the end See the same lines and where they divide Feeds on itself. The weakness collides, Too late for thought when it's ignored We see the end before it begins Blood of ignorance continues to reign It's automatic. The process, the gain On silent hands with silent demands We see the end. We see the end Procrastination is a fledgling friend Imperfection as a gulse Automation has failed again We see the end
