Morose subsistence Befouled dwellings Unreal providence Discoloured flesh Insanity calls Wretched life Festering bodies Morbid age Life confined underground No daylight, only flame Born of earth and disease Catacombs, our home Severance from all that was Now entombed alive At the end of it all Pitiful excuse for life There's none more deserving than the human race Suicide, common practice No other release as the doom unfolds Eulogy unspoken Our failures resonate In timeless folds of space Twisted becomings Derive foundations Lurking beneath us Thrives that which succeeds us No longer lucid Trapped within these walls Buried in our filth Death will become us Emptied of all thought Drained and bewildered Born of undoings Comes such redemption