Into the Void

The bleak and empty canvas Rent before me is our own Created madness Cancerous and reeking of discord Malignant growth Metastasis consuming bodies whole Leaving the canvas bloodied And the soul destroyed Casting us further into the void As time proceeds and leaves us Weak and alone The grinding wheels Will peel our skin to the bone Planned obsolescence Doomed to fail by design Speaking volumes To our need for survival Reliant wastrels left dependent On morose and morbid hope Dulling the senses like a blade Left blunt with rust Adaptability to growth Emaciated and forlorn Starved for progress and Abandoned all at once As time proceeds and leaves us Weak and alone The grinding wheels Will peel our skin to the bone Planned obsolescence Doomed to fail by design Speaking volumes To our need for survival Planned obsolescence Doomed to fail by design Speaking volumes On our desire to die As time proceeds and leaves us Weak and alone The grinding wheels Will peel our skin to the bone As time proceeds and leaves us Weak and alone The grinding wheels Will peel our skin to the bone