Grasping the cowardice that brought us here Willing old faults to surface And continue carrying us to ruin The narrow tunnel of light further closing in Enveloping the already dying There is no road to redemption The paradox is that we are ever more disparate Ever more divergent Out of reach of repair Yet never untied from the other Never unbound from what's etched into the husk Never absolved (Stripped from each fragment of bone) Recurring endless Shattered resolve Fractured and forbidden to witness Sheltered from the agony Of self dissent In The face Of all In reversal They were worthless Pitiful and hopeless Extinguish This light Which befell us We have proven To be unworthy Extinguish This light Which befell us Pitch black