Outburst of guilt, ignition for the cataclysm.
Hopes and dreams now drowning in fire.
Bitterness leaking out from holes in trampled faith,
flushing humanity down the drains to hell.

Toying with deluded souls, unsettling the human herd.
Tickling awake the cancers of despair.
One foot in the grave pissing gasoline on the flames,
first-row seats to the Apocalypse.

Ruptured realities collapse, fold together into one.
Twilight skies raining blood, lost forever in abysmal void.
Backdraft. Drowning in fire.
Unravel now the entrails of your failure,
curse once again the armless hand you clung to.
And see your hopes and dreams drowning in fire.
Doom is the mirror into which you look.