Inside, watching the core
Of whatever, we had left of our lives
The multiplications divide
We drink to quench
The thirst to come
With the bones that we left
The trap was sprung
Blind, ancient and malevolent
Cosmos divides
The truth is, we never
Ever had truth in sight
We spat on this purpose
We ate of whatever was left
The chasm beneath us will open
And swallow the rest
Me the broken cog
You seem to not have understood
Knives out, strings set in motion
You act like you're surprised
Pre-emptive strike
Ruin, chaos, focus
Whispers, murmurs
Voices, voices
Whispers, purpose
Voices, murmurs
Whispers, murmurs
Voices, voices
Whispers, murmurs
Voices, purpose (purpose, purpose)