The whole world moves Facedown, transfixed Curiosities and wonder reach new lows, Morale, an interpretation and a choice Souls reduced to numbers Minds, boredom vessels Deconstructed and adapted Frustrated and corrupted Low and behold Devoid of reality and guilt Lord and beyond Nothing but filth Martyr mentality Paints a picture with blood What's lost will Bleed out to the surface Pool of memory Will trigger the guilt The side effects will be long lasting Until all of us drown in Nothing but filth