Information, the river we caress
Baptized in it's passing water
Scattered with partial clarity
Pollution leaves us ignorant

This machine is built for pigs
Abandoned by bees, no enlightenment
Escaping the collapsing hive
Oppress, regress, become a drone

We're coal for the leaders to burn
Small suns light the engines of gold
Machines self sustained by deceit
The animal farm forever drones on

The animal farm drones on

Icons burn upon their walls
Symbols of the becoming god
Slowly they birth what mankind hides
Infecting through the pulse of the constant network

It revels in the void
Suppressing from within
The vessel that remain
A carrion in the flesh

It crushes mountains into debris
It's the uneasy sleep
It is the lens, ever Gazing
It's the occluding dream
It fuses nothing into the sun
It's the transcending grasp
Hallows the marrow, leaving the bones motionless

Shattered thoughts glistens in 101
Before, dissolved, returned to beautiful
Clandestine eyes forever monitors
Through the light the gods ascends

The time and gold in our hands
Spectral concepts, illusive and grand
Dead eyes stare at the vertical flood
The bones are soaked and starts to drift

The eyes of the child tells what lies ahead
A spectral light touched the numb
I was there when the current died
An eerie glow on strange beings in a fractured world

Now I stand in darkness
Watching as the worlds collide
I wish that I could return
But I am the sun, the finite mass,
And I need to burn

I hear a voice deep within
Tracing the footsteps, under my skin
Searching for answers in schematics
Returning to Prometheus to find
The failure design

Infinity of space
Piercing this endless place
I'm losing movement, spinning black
Forced to epicenter only to find
The failure design

Leading down to the phosphorescent blight
At the end, there is nothing

The heavens are paintings of ash
A gallery of failure projected on the skin
Detached this world long ago
A culling dawns in the horizon

Treading water among the filth
A determined path
Leading down to the phosphorescent blight
At the end, there is nothing

The smell of corrosion veils reality
Decline of psyche and society
Equilibrium has been breached
Rings will ripple through eternity

Tides of tomorrow, will bring what may
Propelled through space, unable to diverge
I can see the phosphorescent blight
At the end, there is nothing