The primeval genesis Etched into forgotten flesh In darkness, oblivious, we exist to no avail To no avail To never unearth The insipid with their deadpan stare Long for worth in dying oceans To never unearth By the scorn of weakness Lay me to rest Rip away the flesh we scarred with god And scour our bones for deceit Beneath the black shroud of abandon lay fields of us Our bodies still; our minds hollow and sightless Here we lay, nothing without deceit The immortal, reflected in dead oceans Drowned by frailty tied at their feet Even still in d**h, this falls on deaf ears I am the eyes of our inception Sewn shut