Advent of pale, lengthened dusk of dawn
Misty black rose the only thing I held...

End to begin something of worth
Seemingly impossible but shouldâ??ve...

But Who Cares?
Tattered, forgotten words in obscurity...

Shards ripped tiny pieces, you dreamt of
No more to be found, everything's before you...

Call ‘Em Whitey
The white army’s marching again...

Soils cracked, hides blistered
As my social contract breached...

Dampen my body laid in the floor
I have been dry for such a time...

Want to take them out
Illusions to die, to go away...

Suffocating glass-walled casket could’ve...
A case wherein euphoria reigned seven senses...

Death to all
Voracious urge to kill...

20 years opening doors without care
Iâ??ve once been blinded, deceived...

We are in a world baited
To its ultimate action...