Like a tainted tongue after-taste, my hand permeated in deathÂ’s awake and offer
The inconclusive theories presenting little to no reassurance
Give success to oneÂ’s fall and defeat, this strife is not equal, but known by all life
An only chance to separate, test the limits, divide and struggle to fly

Life does not exist to the one on the ground as it does to the one in the sky
Life doesnÂ’t exist because the world lives to see death
It wants to see its own death, it wants to see the way itÂ’s going to die

One more lost with no cause and ultimately fucked
Smite biting tongue and swallowing pride
Sinking stomach, open the void to more time and more pain
Condemning fate with a twisted outlook pouring through the conscious state

Cleansed of the essence of humanity
I force a closed fist through the open door
The door as presented to all of us
Yet to most it appears locked without a key

This is the chance to gain purity
Pulling love back from the void it seeks
Compelled to thrive amongst emptiness
Building my life from what canÂ’t be seen

World filled with darkness
Falling into chaos
Contemplating last breath
Of a life of sorrow

Nothing left to save us
No one there to judge us
Measurement of success
Displaced by our failure

The need for a god is no more, as humans love is what we truly adore
We love to love and nothing more