Contaminate the substrate in subsumption of their futures, their decadent dreams grow in gardens of plastic. The sorrow of the seeds sting their faces like the fabled sun. A reference all but lost a murmur in the dark.
So The gasp for air is a gift when your savior is in season?
A prosperity promised, they'll say they're poison's progress.
Indignation rears its head in this bitter dream
(Void begets void)
The Steel and asphalt choke the sea
A mangled skyline adorn entrails hanging
Torn apart a flood is coming and there is no one left to stop the bleeding. (Void begets void)
The steel and asphalt are choking me
The flood is calling. (Void begets void). The flesh rots from bone and they melt into the street like worms desperately trying to wriggle free. Made to die in the name of and for efficiency.
The pillars of words in my heart they collapse, one after the other in the autumn wind.