Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the end.
They've distorted all the stories and there's nothing to defend.
They say the end is coming, and I say "Hell, it's here now,"
"And I'll die, myself tomorrow, if someone just shows me how."
The honesty's prefabricated.
With sick dreams of death, they've masturbated.
With souls of light and hearts of gold,
Their thirst for power has been sated.
But when you ask they remove the mask,
Their souls are sold and hearts gold plated.
Mine eyes have seen destruction of the perfect human mind.
A piece of hope could still be there? There's nothing of the kind.
And every time I think of how this entity's enshrined:
Death haunts my doorstep night and day,
And when I plead it to shrink away,
My friends are gone
And Emptiness
Is the only friend I find.
