Fevered Vestige
Ever turning world
Indifferent to the weight
of human suffering
Ever turning world
Through mans every hopeless struggle
Time presses and the world
turns on without
Remorse
Remorse
Silence of all reason
In the vestige of the world before us
We breath, only to scar
Ever turning world
Indifferent to every final
shuddering breath
The remnants of humanity
Condemned to this
Vestige
And as we face the end,
We find ourselves to be the blind
Ignorant of worlds within
We breath, only to scar
Only to scar
Engulfed within morass
Climb out of harm
Climb out of hate
