Broken Cog

Inside watching the core Of whatever we had left of our lives The multiplications divide We drink to quench the thirst to come With the bones that we left The trap was sprung Blind, ancient and malevolent Cosmos divides The truth is we never ever had truth in sight We spat on this purpose We ate of whatever was left The chasm beneath us will open And swallow the rest Me, the broken cog You seem to not have understood Knives out Strings set in motion You act like you're surprised Pre-emptive strike Ruin Chaos Focus Whispers, murmurs, voices, voices Whispers, purpose, voices, murmurs Whispers, murmurs, voices, voices Whispers, murmurs, voices, purpose