Offspring of Time

Rows by rows, headless statues resonating. This ceremony of
 cement
resembles our thirst for humanity and feeling. My blind 
eye: the offspring
of man.

The modern theory for viability, translucent from the eyes 
of command.
This pattern in sound : the offspring of time. The modern 
theory for
viability, translucent from the eyes of command.
Imprisonment for the common man. Downgraded psychology. A 
lesser
fate for heaven. The tentacles of control and visibility 
strangle hope and
rape freedom.

Rows by rows, headless statues amalgamate. Part the mind of
 conclusive
renaissance, and march as one
as one towards the breathing mountain of mirrors. 
Atmospheric venom
stains our sky with the preterition of tranquillity 
combined with the souls of
the stillborn. My blind eye: a orator for ink. This pattern
 in blood: the
offspring of.

Offspring of time, take my lead. Offspring of time, take my
 lead. Offspring
of time. Child. Imprisonment for the common man. Downgraded
psychology. A lesser fate for heaven. The Offspring of 
time.