No on can redeem themselves,
no one can be saved.
In a dying world filled with enslavement and endless apathy.
A tortured past and not much future a tattered earth remains,
destitute and alone in madness.
Burial for the living.
Our earth stripped of wealth.
Burial of the living.
Our bodies drained of life.
In a world full of enemies,
I'm an enemy of the world.
There is only so long we have to live,
our dying days are spent waiting for history to repeat itself.