Mundane Existence
Are we not gods, but for the wisdom?
Apocalyptic prophecies
A kingdom gone insane
A living breathing landscape
Of contemptuous malaise
An endless waking nightmare
Suffocates mankind
Traverse the path towards the inferno
Humanities decline
Life a slow demise
Fate revealed with time
Amongst the seas of filth and greed
There's something that remains
False hope and possibilities
That linger like a plague
Unrealized potential
Locked within our minds
Clawing through our eyes we reach
Until it makes us blind
I was forged in the madness
A prophet born out of scorn
And I can see through the vastness
New worlds that wait to be born
Life is ruled by madness
The life you lead and you breed serves no purpose
Life is plagued with sadness
The god you seek despises your mundane existence
Thrust across a cosmic sea
Amongst the astral plane
The building blocks of life were sent
An experiment in pain
We long to meet our maker
And gaze at the divine
We were deceived now we should be
Afraid of what we'll find
You are a sin and a disease
A failure for a dying god
You are a sin and a disease
A failure for a dying god
You're a sin; a disease
A failure for a dying god
You're a sin and a disease; a failure
Now fucking die
Apocalyptic prophecies
A kingdom gone insane
A living breathing landscape
Of contemptuous malaise
An endless waking nightmare
Suffocates mankind
Traverse the path towards the inferno
Humanities decline
Life a slow demise
Fate revealed with time
Amongst the seas of filth and greed
There's something that remains
False hope and possibilities
That linger like a plague
Unrealized potential
Locked within our minds
Clawing through our eyes we reach
Until it makes us blind
I was forged in the madness
A prophet born out of scorn
And I can see through the vastness
New worlds that wait to be born
Life is ruled by madness
The life you lead and you breed serves no purpose
Life is plagued with sadness
The god you seek despises your mundane existence
Thrust across a cosmic sea
Amongst the astral plane
The building blocks of life were sent
An experiment in pain
We long to meet our maker
And gaze at the divine
We were deceived now we should be
Afraid of what we'll find
You are a sin and a disease
A failure for a dying god
You are a sin and a disease
A failure for a dying god
You're a sin; a disease
A failure for a dying god
You're a sin and a disease; a failure
Now fucking die
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Writer(s): Charles Elliott, James Coppolino
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