Walk towards the blinding glare The smell it drives Amongst forged spectrum of omens Like a jury examining purpose Assessing the fit To complete the ranks of their boredom Entertaining the notion of a higher goal Of a brighter path Other than this walk in the ruins The ground propels nauseating motion The numbing of sores Beaten one time too many Peel back the partition Align yourself for a vision Know enough now to believe it Know enough not to seek it Fucking mockery All ends in wait All we hear is reflections in man's hollow ego All we hear is the pulse No slumber til the silence Until we hear what's underneath Know that there is no holy text to refer to Know that forgiveness is not a virtue Know you're just a shell once you drain out all the blood Know more nothing is to come for those who flee the flood Know that there is no holy text to refer to Know that forgiveness is not a virtue Know you're just a shell once you drain out all the blood Know more nothing is to come for those who flee the flood Silence Silence Silence Silence