The primeval genesis Etched into forgotten flesh In darkness, oblivious, we exist to no avail
To no avail To never unearth
The insipid with their deadpan stare Long for worth in dying oceans To never unearth
By the scorn of weakness Lay me to rest
Rip away the flesh we scarred with god And scour our bones for deceit Beneath the black shroud of abandon lay fields of us Our bodies still; our minds hollow and sightless
Here we lay, nothing without deceit
The immortal, reflected in dead oceans Drowned by frailty tied at their feet