Poised atop this cathedra
Of biped fault and carcass' culled
The gnawing arctic decrepitude
Drills holes in blistered souls
As the bastion of the stunted earth
In hell I'll wait for you
Just before I tie your noose
Did you just speak the truth?
Encompassed by the vacant gloom
The sun has failed to rise
And shine its gleam through toxic fog
Where the last few men survive
I am the war, the oracle
Custodian of the dusk
I am the final resting toll
The parasite, the lie
Can you feel the nuclear breath?
It trickles down your spine
Can you feel the weight of worlds
And where to draw the line
We failed to hold our promise
The dust has settled low
In our sickness and our solitude
Our kingdom far from home
Spread apart the cavity
Where the heart once used to lie
Hear no beat, see no rise
Without need for fragile carapace
This fractured planet births no pulse
We failed to hold our promise
The dust has settled low
In our sickness and our solitude
Our kingdom born of cold
Can you fathom emptiness
In the way this mind confides?
Does the last laboured lament
Of carbon life ring lies?
From this sodden balustrade
I fail to see new life take hold
The silence on the wind
Conveys volumes of nothing
We failed to hold our promise
Of never letting go
In our sickness and our solitude
Our carcass made of stone