And as we stood at the edge, along society's Slopes Giving our last pledge a covenant that has no Fucking hope. We leaped in our destiny And fell million years, while dying a thousand Times We plummeted along the ruins, that lead us High upwards once, and up heaved us to the Stars And after all they became the funeral Cortege to our forsaken graveyards. A scene without an audience, just cold dead Eyes Of the forefathers never went unanswered, And elegies will fall on deaf ears despised. Long ago the call for forgiveness Faded away in emptiness that we've Created In the void that made us to ghosts, Walking apathetic and aimless in search For the meaning of life. Once we were kings, blessed with common Sense, to make this world a better one But we messed up While never trying to reach it our purposes With every demand we lapse in regression, With every doubt we answer in resignation. Our lives became our sole depression. Are we sons of a dead spoken father? What if god is the devil in disguise Sitting on a blood and bone made throne, What if he's the real antichrist Watching his own son die We exchanged humanity with greed inside Our hearts, greed emptied it and left it With a stone Lying there in it's cold deserted cage of Ribs and bones, We are the fallen kings in a forfeited kingdom. The good in men was buried 6 feet deep alive, And the squalls of it never reached the soil To thrive, A sown seed that never meant to be grown, Our lives became our sole depression.