Pull the waves away from all Pulsating all the souls To the core Grey to black Blue to red Dying star Still yet Expanding Descending To clouded hands Pull the waves away from all Pulsating all the souls To the core Scatter my being for scions As the wind shreds our existence While clouds blind the sun of our pleas Perspectives revelation Grey and cold Swollen Battered Broken Mira I am your Cancer The Tumor in your Skull Swaying in Apathetic Stupor Waiting For no one And for nothing I am your pain I am nothing I Know This Fate