Antimatter

Step through the gates to the unknown
You've been staring through the keyhole
Let us show you what's inside
The contortion of the modern man's mind

Your depravity is unceasing...

This world has become a womb for chaos
A breeding ground for the impure
Positioned as overseers of these lands
Yet you only sow the seeds of sorrow

Your misconception of your own entropy
Things are as they always were

From dust to bone, from bone to machine
From machine back to dust again

You encircle the earth, yet you overpopulate your race
You encircle the earth, yet you overpopulate your race

Oh broken man
A design so far from your creator's plans
Oh broken man
A design so far from your creator's plans

Woe to you, gardeners, seeking to control death's bloom



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Creel, Erik Sean Borlin
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