The vision has reached its pinnacle
All dawn has been worn down
By the all knowing yet never understanding mirror of underestimation

Suregotter has gotten the damned
the broaker has waged his war once too many
the land reeks of torn and burnt flesh

We breathe within our bubble of false contentment
While the lord ponders…
how the right shall be chastised
and the wrong rewarded

the future of all weighs on those who speak to none
sad disestablishment tears at hearts of the weak
as power loans itself to the timid

the broken hearts of all care to none
Symptoms bleed from inside a sorry wound
Friends seek the darkness underneath