The Nothing That Is

This is evolution crashing down

We held the sun in our hands

We should've been our own gods

Heaven is lost to the sands

Our sanctuary is gone

Chaos begins in small oblivions

Where bone collectors heave souls into cemeteries

We are the anchor built to sink through polluted seas

Monuments of thieves rise from seeds of discontent

Destroy the tribes

Bring pestilence

Defense irrelevant

The tipping point that came and went

We are the ruinous roaches

A failed experiment

The threat of the rising tide

Grows stronger

A promise it'll never die

Our time is no longer

The nothing that is, the nothing that we become

We dance with the devils, we worship the fallen sons

The nothing that was, the nothing that we will be

A cycle of loss, we welcome the tragedy

This is evolution crashing down

Erase

Paradise lost to the plague

The cancer of fate

Bury the world we betray

We held the sun in our hands

We should've been our own gods

Heaven is lost to the sands

Our sanctuary is gone

The threat of the rising tide

Grows stronger

A promise it'll never die

Our time is no longer

The nothing that is, the nothing that we become

We dance with the devils, we worship the fallen sons

The nothing that was, the nothing that we will be

A cycle of loss, we welcome the tragedy

Knives that pierce through the heart

Of the foulest creature

Now placed upon your neck

Cowards deserve a coward's death

This is evolution

The blood will reset the sin