Into Nothing

Prepare for the fall out. Like it’s the end of days. Unless we turn the page, we’ll be alone again. Aggressors connected, the cracks expose the weak. Blood boils in the mouth, for only iron speaks. What you sow, you will reap. Now hear the cries as the martyrs weep. This is not a war, it’s a victory. I’ve looked into the eyes of misery. Cover up the truth spread hypocrisy. From nothing you came, and into nothing you’ll return. The ashes of ambition, scatterings of grey fall away. Dance through dusk and into day. These puppets cry misery, then slowly decay. This is not a war, it’s a victory. Into nothing. A desperate plea for change. Into nothing. With jaded eyes we gaze, upon the end of days. These cycles are repeating. It’s left a sickening taste. Despite the consequence, we show no fear. We are the curse that spreads through the depths of the earth, let chaos ascend. Behold salvation as it’s stripped away from you. We’ve thrown ourselves into the void. Set free to end the pain. They’re praying the blood will wash up in the rain. Wash up in the rain. From nothing you came, and into nothing you’ll return.