These volatile shells of life Suspect is the level of hope None of it beyond their eyes As the surviving ones all cower in fear Chaos sweeps the remaining world Shattered cities left in the wake Authority is no longer there The final shield clatters in pieces Tortured souls gaining no control Mechanical bodies acting commandless Eyes of terror is all they see When they catch a glimpse in the mirror
Aware with screams within Yet no sound is self-produced Fragile agony is what you feel As on the altar of d**h we kneel Broken gla** is your legacy A matress of pain for his heresy All that remains: Shattered cities, barren plains Trodden by the wind in the streets Howling its inhuman note Underscoring the current state Gradual dehumanization