Clutching at the clouds On rusty ladders in the wind Like the broken dna strings From our failed attempt of deliverance History enshrouds The paths to the future, lost in the fog Dreaming, grasping for straws Will the darkest hour turn to dawn A cry, a distant plea From the seer at the summit, of the things to come Petrified, we stand Powering through the maniacal mantras one by one Die through a bruning salvation As the soul's wall crumbles Soulseeker, minesweeper Living in steel towers Was there ever any magic to savе us Any hope to lean upon Disillusioned paranoid formulas Sickеning sycophantic mindfuck Ride the apocalypse, consume the explosion Horizons are shattered, time stands still With nefarious devotion, but without free will Burning embers in your hands