"The Eclipsing of Life by Death," (The Clock Counts-down).

It's a hard time coming,
as this world keeps-a-fucking-turning

"The sun'll burn us all up and
fry our brains like eggs," are
some of the rumors being
spoken

But whether or not I inhale the
pollution of the atmosphere or
cough from being a chain-smoka,
it seems like my time is winding-down
until I return back to nothing

And my mortality-clock and the
doomsday one are not broken but
are steadily counting-down till we all
return into the bowels of where we
came from

Cause we're all, "Minutes from Midnight,"
and are beholding the eclipsing of the
sun that'll be everyone's who has
been born fate

Now, "The Twilight of all, Approaches,"
as all that's been spoken comes to
fruition
But instead of kicking and screaming
to run away from this destiny it's like
we're all itching for it to be and embracing
its reaping

Blood flowing-down, beginning with those
who dwell in the Haelvens...

And it is rational that it should be this way
after all, since those truly enlightened and
free, don't conform to a fucking thing no,
but have been loosened from the strings of
conformity that hold captive entire societies

Down the echelon it goes; the conflagration
that flows-out and covets the whole earth so
as to propel it forward into its new birth...

It has to be this way since our proclivities
are futility and complacency

So forgive my absvrdity of speech but it seems
like I'm finding it more difficult to be altrvistic
in a place that's drifting farther-out  into the
outer reaches of insanity...

Cause a grasp of sanity never existed but was
only imagined in the depths of Tartarus  by those
from whom, depravity dripped...

No shit