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A withering sun
Growing dim in the distance
Unearthly voices speak

Drawing abject crowds
Towards a mutual oblivion
Gravitating towards
An ominous fate

Sycophantic observers
Groveling in a self-imposed subjection
Taking pride
In persevering their misery

The patterns were clear from the start
And we ignored every hint
Throwing ourselves
Into another fool's game

Errant disciples
Of the hollow
Unworthy bearer
Of the flaming cross of sentience

The patterns were clear from the start

And we dance
Screaming silently in an endless parade
As crippled hands twist
In a convulsing shadow play

It all vanishes in a glimpse
Another light comes and goes
Unattended, insignificant, invariant

Nothing more
Than feeble voices
Bound to be forgotten
And we still preach the fall

So much faith
Was misplaced
And fists crushed into the concrete
There's nothing left to find here
Your void won't be filled

Your void won't be filled

As the lights go out
Speak those words clear
(We never stood a chance)
As the lights go out
Speak those words clear
(We've always lived in fear)

The patterns were clear from the start

And if you wish you can still pretend
That perseverance
Will lead to a good end
And give yourself the illusion
Of holding the bridle
While nosediving in a burning hearse
And sitting idle

But there's a subtle
Still present solace
That the top step of the podium
It's just a springboard
To the abyss

At the end of the tunnel
We did find
The infamous light
Just to watch it dies
Before us
As another reminder of our fate

We were just digging graves
Calling for something
That could ease the pain

Some turned to faith
Other fooled themselves
With nihilistic optimism
But the truth is that
Nor ignorance nor awareness
Will bring any relief

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