Death Rattle

Look into the eyes of the dying future The wasteland of the greedy and the lost Far away the will of tyrants carried out by puppets Snapping to the will of their unseen Gods A slow boiling enslavement ending in mass squalor Fires burn for decades, islands of plastic grow The fall of the 9th age of man is near complete Hollow ghosts haunt burned out cities Fall Crumbling down Burn To ashes, to ruin And the old beasts come back to reclaim The places that were theirs so long ago And in the deafening silence left by man’s absence The fell things have their dominion Every 10,000 years, the cycle repeats Mankind destroys itself over and over We are the embodiment of unlearning We are the vehicle of futility