Stuck in endless repeat
Mere actors in this play
Drinking bile from the same fountains
Wading on through shit
Forever chasing the phantom
But never catching it
All that you desire, that you believe
Will be swept away
The great void is calling your name
For now amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude
It writhes! It writhes! And seraphs weep
Bleed! Die! Screaming on your knees
Its hunger is eternal, as it eats away
Devouring all that ever was and will be
Conquering our fate
All the liars, all the puppets
Will be just dirt in the ground
Out! Out! Out are the lights
No hope! Everything dies
Out! Out! Out are the lights
No hope! Everything must die