Warning silence
Drown

Choke, choke
The future's at our throats
The stench of open graves replaces stasis as we dance until
We're past the point of iteration

Even their gods have been delayed
As soil turns to razor blades
Polluted by our vanity

Why would you save my grace?
My fingers wrapped around the consequence
See your face in the end
Reflecting our extravagance

Canonize the bastard, sanitize the crime
Indifferent to the silence
Out of sight, out of spine

Decomposing dreams are drifting through my stream of consciousness
Winding down

The sins of our fathers have stolen your water
Lambs to the slaughter, terror for fodder

Our eyes are shrouded with decadence
We traded the future for reverence
We're watching the end of innocence and all we do is nod on cue

Paralyzed by design all my life

We're taking breaths on stolen time
We're finding bliss in blinded eyes
We're taking breaths on stolen time
Finding bliss in willfully blinded eyes