The Nothing That Is

This is evolution crashing down

We held the sun in our hands

We should’ve been our own gods

Heaven is lost to the sands

Our sanctuary is gone

Chaos begins, in small oblivions

Where bone collectors heave

Souls into cemeteries

We are the anchor built to sink

Through polluted seas,

Monuments of thieves rise from seeds of discontent

Destroy the tribes

Bring pestilence

Defense irrelevant

The tipping point that came and went

We are the ruinous roaches

A failed experiment

The threat of the rising tide

Grows stronger

A promise it’ll never die

Our time is no longer

The nothing that is

The nothing that we become

We dance with the devils

We worship the fallen sons

The nothing that was

The nothing that we will be

A cycle of loss

We welcome the tragedy

Erase

Paradise lost to the plague

The cancer of fate

To bury the world we betray

Knives

That pierce through the heart

Of the foulest creature

Now placed upon your neck

Cowards

Deserve a cowards death

This is evolution

The blood will reset the sin