A black truth so cold and raw.
Leaving a barren wasteland behind.
Made only of empty shells and husks of human forms.
What is human?
What makes any human different from animal?
In truth we are so destructive and cold hearted do we even know what we are? Knowledge is power.... Power is death.
So are we all dead?
Is everything we have collected, coveted, created, and distorted all useless?
Our memories, our lives just figments to pass the time?
Is everything we believe a lie?
What is the truth?
What is the lie?
We are just some blackened truth so discarded, thrown away what are we to do?
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
With all our fascist nature.
Are we only just rust?
Leaving a barren wasteland behind.
Made only of empty shells and husks of human forms.
What is human?
What makes any human different from animal?
In truth we are so destructive and cold hearted do we even know what we are? Knowledge is power.... Power is death.
So are we all dead?
Is everything we have collected, coveted, created, and distorted all useless?
Our memories, our lives just figments to pass the time?
Is everything we believe a lie?
What is the truth?
What is the lie?
We are just some blackened truth so discarded, thrown away what are we to do?
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
With all our fascist nature.
Are we only just rust?
