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.