Visions are our only sense of knowing things are real
What can’t be seen through naked eyes
lingers in our minds to show that it exists
Anticipating the end of days as humanity fades away
Inspired by the clutter filling in the empty voids
Things are never what they seem and there’s no room to breathe
So keep believing everything that you see
With a sharp glance every visual is realligned
For a moment only soon to be vanished
into darkness buried into the unknown
Giving our all and in return
We’re shown nothing but the short end of the stick
We manipulate and tear apart
Everything were handed
Existing as the savages
Deserving of conclusive torture
Destroy your creation