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.