Ion Dissonance Disaster In Sight
A foul stench of fear overwhelms us all. Willingly
marching this path unknown. We're left with the dull
realization; we once sat high up on this broken throne.
They came and left without a trace. Undeniable, yet so
quick and prompt, like a ghost baring no face. A wretched
disease injected within us, poisoning our souls and
darkening our creation. Beneath these crowded streets
lies the savage from our pasts, reborn into questionable
beings of menacing expression. Coming forth to bestow our
transition into this. Burn this city down. Too many
sleepless hours wasted dwelling over what could have
been. Knowing that someday we might just win. Determined
to persist on forward, brother or none I'm here as a
reminder. The time is now. Come alive, secure our demise
in this. Wipe the slate clean from the lies of our
distinct resurgence.
