Mundane Existence

Are we not gods, but for the wisdom? Apocalyptic prophecies A kingdom gone insane A living breathing landscape Of contemptuous malaise An endless waking nightmare Suffocates mankind Traverse the path towards the inferno Humanities decline Life a slow demise Fate revealed with time Amongst the seas of filth and greed There's something that remains False hope and possibilities That linger like a plague Unrealized potential Locked within our minds Clawing through our eyes we reach Until it makes us blind I was forged in the madness A prophet born out of scorn And I can see through the vastness New worlds that wait to be born Life is ruled by madness The life you lead and you breed serves no purpose Life is plagued with sadness The god you seek despises your mundane existence Thrust across a cosmic sea Amongst the astral plane The building blocks of life were sent An experiment in pain We long to meet our maker And gaze at the divine We were deceived now we should be Afraid of what we'll find You are a sin and a disease A failure for a dying god You are a sin and a disease A failure for a dying god You're a sin; a disease A failure for a dying god You're a sin and a disease; a failure Now fucking die