The Empty Skies

The dead walk 

In the silent world 

Oh, how the dead talk 

With empty words 



Redemption 

By thought injection 

And the dead march 

To the voice of deception 



This is now a new beginning 

There will be no creation from chaos 

No light at the end 

Just a faint glimpse of the forgotten 



Screaming 

Overcome by silence 

Suffocated 

By the unspoken 



And the dead walk 

With no fear 

And the dead fall 

With the horrors of living 



Murky demented eyes 

Stare at the empty skies 

Desperately searching for something 

Something that once was there 



It's too late for salvation 

While falling to oblivion 

We are doomed to stagnation 

To witness the inverse creation