Should no one care, I will still have spoken
Should I be silent, my thought will still exist
The flesh passes by, but time is a construct
All roads converge, around the path chosen
A future unwritten, the weed that persists
The lives composed of clay being corrupt
Every single thing we do, leaves an impact
The world we build, is absurd, an abstract
One thing is known, we long to be renewed
In a world of madness, condemned to doom
We long for logic, but it escapes our gaze
We long for love, instead we find rage
Oh how eternity beckons, with a kiss
Azrael is dutiful, and reads his list
Elysium waits, and we are ready
With a kiss, life turned deadly
