Still alive, all knowing eye Beneath your stream of words Your rapid stream of words Though none will ever live to share The radiant streato, the promised hues From which your picture fell Re-seal the components from atom hearts Revert, non owner of worlds As un-communication becomes the manifest Our alien, architectural skeletons In unison collapse d**h rode these silent caravans And steered them to the rim of the world Their diaries and withered letters All devoted to the art of lying The enterprise, academy The crafts held in our hands All devoted to the art of dying No room to arrange The final row of masks Drenched in chameleon ink For the grand charade The tongues that burn in you The slowly altered language That colonized your heartland Advanced through broken doors And they still believe you They seem to see So many things Hooked in your pestilent eye Your stale lids, your iris punctured By tongues licking a lie The enterprise, Wolvenlore The cursed seed of man Plunged through the tunnels of un-creation We reach out to move the landmark Hands seeping down from the chronicles of time The quill now blunt, the scribe devoured