Why mourn this travesty Hide this slow degradation Claw and compete mindlessly All things undone too late
Craving our waking sleep Is binding us to this ivory tower Serves to complete the truth that we cling onto
So what are these things you hold true The defensive wounds of the unknowing eye Weeping thousands of wretched tears To lubricate the end with our fear The concussion from the crack of the whip Nullifies, sensations die Always numbing, always preaching Never resting, never sleeping
The construction is our penance here Tumorous growth chiseled in white When the darkness comes to slay the day Enters horrors that you'll be wishing away
