Cloudscape
Rise from the clouds
Scythe through the graves
I don't see death as something to avoid
No power in shame
No shame in power
Brand a mark on the human scum
Empty vessels make the most sound
So ring the bell and end the dream of reality
No sunlight puncturing the cloudscape
The top of the pyramid sees the rays that we yearn for
Leave my burning body alone to suffer with malcontent
I detest the vile creations of humanity
Let them suffer, let them die
Born in blood not to survive
Let them suffer, let them die
Let them end their fucking life
This generation has reached its peak
(This generation has reached its peak)
I cannot allow them to see the sun (to see the sun)
Cast my own crown from the bones of the peasants below
Poverty is your destiny
Empty vessels make the most sound
So ring the bell and end the dream of reality
No sunlight puncturing the cloudscape
The top of the pyramid sees the rays that we so desperately yearn for
You live and breathe with no meaning
Bleeding through your frail skin
Mock and slaughter, indirect means but direct meanings
Life on the streets, an asylum for the grotesque
Stolen eyes, blinding the beauty
It's no more a choice than your fucking salvation
Have I lost my mind, for becoming who I am?
Once a boundless flight is now a brutal severance
Empty vessels make the most sound
So ring the bell and end the dream of reality
No sunlight puncturing the cloudscape
The top of the pyramid sees the rays that we yearn for
The rays that we yearn for
Die
Filthy fucking peasants
Fall through the cloudscape
Scythe through the graves
I don't see death as something to avoid
No power in shame
No shame in power
Brand a mark on the human scum
Empty vessels make the most sound
So ring the bell and end the dream of reality
No sunlight puncturing the cloudscape
The top of the pyramid sees the rays that we yearn for
Leave my burning body alone to suffer with malcontent
I detest the vile creations of humanity
Let them suffer, let them die
Born in blood not to survive
Let them suffer, let them die
Let them end their fucking life
This generation has reached its peak
(This generation has reached its peak)
I cannot allow them to see the sun (to see the sun)
Cast my own crown from the bones of the peasants below
Poverty is your destiny
Empty vessels make the most sound
So ring the bell and end the dream of reality
No sunlight puncturing the cloudscape
The top of the pyramid sees the rays that we so desperately yearn for
You live and breathe with no meaning
Bleeding through your frail skin
Mock and slaughter, indirect means but direct meanings
Life on the streets, an asylum for the grotesque
Stolen eyes, blinding the beauty
It's no more a choice than your fucking salvation
Have I lost my mind, for becoming who I am?
Once a boundless flight is now a brutal severance
Empty vessels make the most sound
So ring the bell and end the dream of reality
No sunlight puncturing the cloudscape
The top of the pyramid sees the rays that we yearn for
The rays that we yearn for
Die
Filthy fucking peasants
Fall through the cloudscape
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