The voice of reason cries without a sound
The embodiedment of our shortcomings
Everything and everyone will be in harm's way
For those whose flesh walks the path
Distraught we hear them passing by
We spit upon the bringer of truth
Self-made gods projecting
For those whose flesh walks the path
Are never to be seen again
Drawn closer towards the dark matter
Oblivious to all consequence
Dragging us under
Taking deeper roots
Consuming us all
Oblivious
In the distorted reality
Blood runs parallel
Flooding all directions
Severed minds drown in judgement
Distraught compliant targets
As the dark matter lingers
Consuming all within reach
We fall easy prey
Succumbing to its whispers
