Mercy Cage The Industries
The artificial closeness
One always covets
The string he tied unravelled
The act evolving
Bound together by this
Surreal thing of exotic fiction
Denied the process
Where do we go from here?
[Step inside the industries]
Embrace static screams
Free-formed, rushing forward
This is the meaning
Of the end times
The lie uncovered
Bursts through the other side of fate
Flails away at the certainty
I will not follow...
Where do we go from here?
I see my ministry
My flock, clean slate, is spread before me
I see my ministry
This vision of the end of everything
[Where do we go from here?]
I've seen my ministry
My flock of sheep is spread before me
I've seen my ministry
This vision of the end of everything
[Where do we go from here?]
