Lyrics Futility - In Twilight's Embrace

Futility

I summon hyenas, flies and vultures
Leftovers will make you foam at mouths
Sharpen your tusks or just circle
'round this excrement of natural selection
Come all ye scribes and eye witnesses
A record will be set in forcing open doors
Subject to dispute by the most exquisite
Pimps of reason and lowlifes of all sorts
Everyone shines so perfectly
With the reflected light, having burned their own out
And it feels way better to see deep blue oceans
Instead of the reeking cesspool of life
It’s gold rush with no gold left whatsoever
A feat in mining out of the barren Earth
Burrowing deep through infertile soil
Delving into the dried riverbed
A paradox that keeps the world turning
We last in love of the life we truly hate