I divine your nemesis
Your inability to stand the breakdown of your cynical
absurdly falling opus
Taken out of your own hands
About to choke relicts of hope
about to lose control over those that
Shall remain your ancient charade

Free and yet caged it prospers in disguise
Too old to suffer, Too young to fall apart
but doomed in every slice
Facing the nature of loss, confronting the noise
With eternal silence, becoming the fiend is salvation
As long as the prophet will fall. Condemned to Fail
I conclude that nothing shall remain
Condemned to go down, condemned to fail