Birthed inside Unending conflict It is our making and destruction The machination of man Tearing through foundations Left conditioned and numb Content to pull insidious skin Over tortured eyes Fulfilled and blind The rest, the waste are buried No eulogies No remembrance There are no saviours No restraining our past From devouring the present No beginning that won't end us Corrupted cold existence Embedded by bankrupt voices And words Spewing fear, echoed by instinct We face the anguished truth The beginning is the end Bound within empty bodies Captive in shells, Obscure and imperfect To wither To acquiesce To acquiesce To acquiesce and obey Is to wither