The mushroom cloud darkens alien skies
A windless horizon tinted brazen gold
The ashen cerement stalks the vacant streets
And the bitter wind of holocaust on your face
Breathe; there's nothing left
From atom to casket
From wisdom to hate
From birth to faith
The architects of a dying world
An empty illusion
A grim façade
A political apostasy
And a mouth full of dirt
Heathen scum your deadened rhetoric
Echo this hollow cavern
The folly of hedon lunacy
Blinded by fear and broken of mind
Deafened child and idiot god
Idyllic object of the insane
The parody of man
A casket burdened blithered omen
Hold your fucking tongue
Antagonistic entity
Devoid of empathy
Paradoxical apathy
Breathe in but there's nothing left
The plastic fumes of molten waste
The empty void that takes its place
The artisans of a dying world
The fractured oratory articulation
Of a husk lacking of mind
Will kill us all, it's killed us all
Breathe out with blackened lungs
Fade into the annals of time
This world a sordid myth
The artisans of a dying world