Pain of Creation

Destiny

Sovereignty

Ripped from the root,

History of mistranslation

Your final clue

Who built this nation?

I am the ashlar refused

This is obliteration of the world

That you knew

Pain of creation

We have run out of time

There's nowhere to go

Shivers in my spine

Death creeps along the coast

Blank stares into blue screens

Through which the world is seen

Dissect, disconnect

This is not how it has to be

Symbols trap society

In a web of complacency

Draining the blood

Taking everything