The sheep play their war game
In the literal black cloud
Theres so many rules to follow
A lifespanning series of reactions
You breathe in the filth
And in your perspiration it absorbs
A cycle as old as ones life is long
Everyone has always agreed

Narrowly escape the storm engulfing
Run aground in waters evaporating
Infinite cycle wants an ending
Asking questions without answers
Bliss was never knowing
The hunt was better than the kill

Reactive mass
Handed down from the past
The clearest path
No questions asked
In the name of rhetoric
Prophecies are fulfilled
Theres much more to see
Without your own two eyes

We stand at its feet
And stare it straight in the eyes
And strap up
And set out
To be unchained
From the chains
Halfway up we'll pause
And gag at the stench
And think
At least its something
And feel the sting
Swimming in dead skin
Theres no coming up for air

Night turns into day
Shadows shrink away
Under noon's harsh light
The promises of night seem empty
The soft underside
Of life surrenders to the knife
Day turns
Into night
Shadows grow longer
Dark's beckoning
Grows stronger
Mystery recedes

Detached from reality
Withdrawn from the game
Tiptoeing around logic
Catalyst dried up to a muddle
Words will forever fail
Perpetual and steady separation
Parched nerves drink the life out of you