End of the Comedy

Floating in a timeless warp
In dissaray that I absorb
Standing on the edge
You’ll hear my pledge

Devastation is what you sow
Or shallow screams in empty echo
We won’t see another sunrise
Self-consciousness is our demise

Maybe I can fall asleep tonight
Maybe all our souls survive
May the bridges I burn light the way
May It repay you someday

The masses watch as scavanger beasts pick out the organs for the feast
Observe in quiet shifts and forget all relationships
With oblivion
Together we are Isolated by ignorance
Blind creating the remedy
Self-preservation is our essence
We sever in holy amnesty
Yet we have our own penance
Is the will of men the end for us or is it freedom?

I’ve found guilt in our paradise
In dark solitary cell I reprise
Loathing his almighty’s salvation
I’m left with one sensation:

I defy your life and cry fate for the hundreth time
For if I will I’ll fall and you will die with your own pride
(One leap, one final act)
My last chance to fight your hipocracy
(With no bonds to mend)
And you can all applaude the end of the comedy