And when the soul can no longer bear
 The corruption of this earth and its atrocities
 Is it ready to take its leave
 To take refuge beyond dark mountains
 (it begs the question)

 Are we all dead
 Have we passed on
 Or as half-lives, vagrant in this realm
 Desensitised, oh absent empathy
 Ringmasters in the circus of nonchalance

 Shall we entertain the demons of derailment
 And train up master architects of delusion
 A listless spell over the residents
 Of a stillborn kingdom

 Pyrrhonic sentiments aflow in this dissident state
 Polyplastic generations swamped in nausea
 Let us raise our glasses over fountains of crimson!

 Howling overhead, the winds carrying voices
 In torment, between celestial gales
 Empty lungs bleeding funeral oratory
 To a stillborn kingdom

 Conveniently blinded, in the path of ruin
 Subconsciously craving disease
 Without escape, without release

 (conscientiousness has disappeared into the dusk)

 The sun mocks us with carcinogenic rays
 The clouds are spitting back to us, the tears of suffering
 We; schismatic parasites, creating more divisions
 Incessant drones ensnared in labyrinths

 Traversing through the sordid veils of disenchantment
 Cackling in a phantasmic mirror-maze
 Spilling the lifeblood of goodwill
 Into empty coffins.