Carved into cold stone

The end of days

Before the eyes of God

We tear down our monuments and memories

When the smoke clears and embers turn to ash

The shroud falls, the grid of our prison now completed

Accepting the terms of this tyranny

We question fucking nothing

Weighing down on our souls and minds

The burdens of many

The burdens of ourselves

Our weary feet worn out by unbearable loss

We inherited this overwhelming sea of pain

Don't resist

Get down on the ground

Break the bones of fathers and sons

Crack their plastic spines and infiltrate the core of their fragile system

Construct an enemy without a heart

(Bursting with bloodlust)

Rotting ourselves from the inside out

Fight amongst ourselves

The tribe does not accept defeat

Beaten to death

Left to die

Cut them up and find out why

Put them in bags no questions asked

Ignite and watch it all collapse

And watch it all collapse

It's time to end this fucking disaster

So fucking end this shit

Prometheus

Prometheus