Into the Catacombs

It is at such a moment when the future draws inspiration from the pst that I succumb to the conclusion that describes our existence
Where the world fails to resolve itself of life's trepidations
Only then when the one's around us begin to suffer do we act out in reconciliation of divine wisdom
Will your god be there to ease the pain
Alleviate you of the wretched spawn permeating within society's soul
Or will they lull you into a false sensation of safety
In between the lens and light, are they not who others perceive them to be
Should you lift the vale and recognize them for who they really are
Now the world is dark and cruel
Unsure of what to believe
We're so fucked
Hardwired to self destruct
The rivers of time are running dry
Forgive me not for I have chosen my life
My love
My heart
My crime
My lust
Perpetuated by lingering sin
Those who have stoked the fires are the only ones bound to win
Lost spirits of king and Queen haunt these halls
Their legacy emerges rampant
Polluted into the sands of time
Such faint screams echo from these crowded halls