Extinction Paradigm

Distance to fall merely a stumble away The tools for ending worlds at the end of greedy fingertips Puppets dance against each other in eternal war Fire and death are the scalpel and the tourniquet You don’t trust anyone who’s not your circle You don’t trust anyone close to you either Quicksand is your constant footing Dragging you under, smothering you slowly You make the ultimatums So pompous in your arrogance But you don’t see the plague You don’t see your killer coming It’s not about the wealth anymore You’ve got to see your end game through The pathology to kill everything Just so you can feel in control The inbred mental diseases of your small gene pool Have made you weak of reason So you wage annihilation on those you wish Just a spoiled little shit with a gun