These are our final movements a chance to reflect on past waves and ride on our mistakes
When we stare into the abyss and attend the final wake
Reflections of ourselves serve as a self inflicted abattoir of grimness and reality
Let me toil the bell that announces uncertainty
As fast the night we go
Asinine obstructions that we place on the road
Instant darkness is what we see
Lets cut all possibilities at the knees
Unselfishness as a penitence for wich there is no real cause
Awaken to a sunrise of malformed movements
With extraction we'll see all the abhorrent actions at a loss
With self imposed certainty that we feed to our own god
As fast the night we go
Asinine obstructions that we place on the road
Instant darkness is what we see
Lets cut all possibilities at the knees
Reflections of shadows you cant see
Repent and sow the existence seeds