Waiting for the tear-shaped rain
To wash the honesty of beautiful lies away
Quaint sorrows carved in paradoxical tragedies
Much too perplexed to be hated or adored...
There’s no need any longer
to strive for dreams so empty and vain
Nor to rekindle old flames
that refuse to burn anyway
All the same, we are not here
to stay for good and all
So prepare...
your ultra-conscious journey begins
The toxic fluid injected – a lethal dose of truth
annihilates through the veins
Dimensions collide, the 360 degree angle is drawn
Behold the machinehearts dissected
As we drift through the guts of eternity
soon to burst
We are the purulent sores of the Earth,
never to heal
The diorama of odium all maggot infested
This cold memento for a bleeding race
will stay alone
We, the rusty coin forged
to the weary eyelids of the world
I will attempt to rise
but will you follow if I fall?
Waiting for the tear-shaped rain
To wash the majesty of beautiful scars away
Even the worms observe us with disgust