Visions are our only sense of knowing things are real What can't be seen through naked eyes Lingers in our minds to show that it exists Anticipating the end of days as humanity fades away Inspired by the clutter filling in the empty voids Things are never what they seem and there's no room to breathe So keep believing everything that you see With a sharp glance every visual is realligned For a moment only soon to be vanished Into darkness buried into the unknown Giving our all and in return We're shown nothing but the short end of the stick We manipulate and tear apart Everything were handed Existing as the savages Deserving of conclusive torture Destroy your creation