Hear me now on bended knee

A solution to the scourge of depravity

Nothing can turn this around

Lambs to the slaughter, lost and never found

I can see

The trees

Burnt to ash

I can see

The oceans as blood

I feel a hopeless desperation overcoming me

The stench of death now fills my lungs and I can't fucking breathe

Drift away from reality

I can't see the sun anymore

This exercise in futility

What is it for?

Ignorant fools

Bathing yourselves in this verminous cesspool

How can you hope to cleanse yourselves of the sin that taints you

Revel in misery

Drift away from reality

I can't see the sun anymore

This exercise in futility

What is it for?

A tree diseased and

Bearing only rotten fruit

Nothing left now

Except to cut out its root

Drift away from reality

I can't see the sun anymore

This exercise in futility

What is it for?

Choke out a final gasp

As I collapse on a sunless path