Black ocean, black papers, black souls
In a palace of poison, it controls
Desolation of everything that is alive
Beauty dies, or creates a new form
Following with destruction of the mind
Savages roaming in the streets
Polices patrolling in the corners of cities
Cries roar through the gates
There is anger within these walls
Where war exists, where love deteriorates
Madness comes in steady rhythm
Patterns of safety until it can no longer be contaminated
Sickness grows forever, it never fade
Until everybody wither away
Contagious hatred comes with greed
Sins escaping from our eyes and ears
Now controlling the hands of the government
What kind of animal are we?
Who would let this happen?
Has the Lord of Chaos done anything?
Or that generational trauma has taken over the world?
What does it mean to be human
In a world where everything feels inhumane
Designed to dominate a population
Weighing on a biased supremacy
What does it mean to do anything?
Cross the river, cross everything
Let the wind be your guide
Be nothing, be everything
I don\'t have all the answers
Or that hope will do anything
But whatever it is
We try, because that\'s what humans do.