| Stuck in endless repeat
|
| Mere actors in this play
|
| Drinking bile from the same fountains
|
| Wading on through shit
|
| Forever chasing the phantom
|
| But never catching it
|
| All that you desire, that you believe
|
| Will be swept away
|
| The great void is calling your name
|
| For now amid the mimic rout
|
| A crawling shape intrude
|
| A blood-red thing that writhes from out
|
| The scenic solitude
|
| It writhes! |
| It writhes! |
| And seraphs weep
|
| Bleed! |
| Die! |
| Screaming on your knees
|
| Its hunger is eternal, as it eats away
|
| Devouring all that ever was and will be
|
| Conquering our fate
|
| All the liars, all the puppets
|
| Will be just dirt in the ground
|
| Out! |
| Out! |
| Out are the lights
|
| No hope! |
| Everything dies
|
| Out! |
| Out! |
| Out are the lights
|
| No hope! |
| Everything must die |