Fear by Design

I walked for miles, an endless trudge, through the mist and fetid mud to try and find a way, find a way
The path I wondered racked with rot, soft underfoot hot to the touch, I couldn't see the end
Yet I could feel a pull an urge, beckoning, through the dirt as if I'll take flight again
Find a way. I'll find a way
Suddenly that toxic shock again, rooting me to my knees and I resist, I resist, I resist
But the force of that entrance pulls me in! I cant defend. Powerless as I float
Twisting realms alight, the brightness seeping into, finding its way in! PAIN! PAIN! PAIN

In the space of a whisper, fleeting organs, writhing skin, transported to a place
Where the feelings wearing thin
A shadow a glimmer reporting the failures of our race a former existence has ceased
From what I saw
Pain. Pain

Pestilence a choking breeze, all that I see rests here with ease within me
The only author left remaining from a race whom subjugate their species again
The only sound that I can hear for miles, the sweat that flows out from my pores
Smashing unto the floor.
An emptiness that knows no bounds, a metaphor for our mistakes or the choices that I've made

Now, in this place, who is left to battle? I found myself asking out loud this time, who's to blame
As I stood atop the fallen cattle, a slaughter to end our times. I scream out loud whats the point of it all

Now, in this place, who is left to battle? I found myself asking out loud this time, who's to blame
As I stood atop the fallen cattle, a slaughter to end our times. I scream aloud
Whats the point of it all when the score will reset to zero

How long will I wander alone

Alone. Forever

Now, In this place, who is left to battle? I found myself asking out loud this time, who's to blame
As I stood atop the fallen cattle, a slaughter to end our times. I scream aloud
Whats the point of it all if the scores are reset to zero