do we stand a chance against the reflection
the grave of humanity forgotten in consumption
on our backs
eyes wired shut
collapsing in the celebration of hopelessness
crippled and molded furthur into desolation
consequence voiced with unnerved view
exalting the depths of ignorance
to mourn in the void of possession
the repeating detriment of this existence
suffering to the scriptures of greed
destruction pieces togeather broken conscience
endlessly the truth is hung in desperation
decay washes away becoming common virture | 
