Awake into a dark
Horizon where our
Childrens' fingers
Drip in the blood
Of their creators
We've been consumed
By our technology
We now bring the life
Of d**h upon ourselves
Crucified into a
Genetically altered
Way of life, our species
Will not survive
We've kissed the cold
Palm of d**h for the
Satisfaction of our own
The scent of the end
Fills our senses, for
Now the taste of the
Apocalypse rests
Upon our lips
Spawned into a
Generation of disease to
Rot within the nonexistent
Enjoyment of life
Now i will watch you burn
Within this revolution
We've licked the forked
Tongues of the demons we
Created. I scream in silence
For salvation and bleed for
Hope of a brighter tomorrow
But the sun no longer exists
Where man's technology is king
I slit the wrist of this
Synthetic way of life and I
Pull the veil down over my eyes
I will savior the warm blood
As it spills upon my hands