In the fog In this final moment In the hour of damnation By the rite Of the white gold flower By the light of the new born dawn A red star shines An evil presence Like a parasite Gnawing on our minds Usurping the will Feeding on the flame Draining its essence Polluting the self I breathe the dust Of this dreadful place The slow poisoning As the dirge Continues ever onward We merge with the consciousness Of the hive mind Our limbs stretched Our bones mangled Obscure deformations Of our mortal vessels A body fitted To serve only one purpose Fragile flesh molded To adhere to the omniscient will The age of flexibility Brought forth by our own twisted desires Condemned by those of old Who predetermined our destiny