You seem to think that this is all a game
Your access to your privilege no longer remains.
You must remember the steps we've taken to bring us to our end. Blacken the skies like it was your last curtain call.
You've created a means for total destruction.
Released it upon yourselves without worry of repercussion.
From this comes consequence and an endless age of winter, so cold and empty after disease and fire take over.
Perceive time as I do; looking through these eyes
A feeble attempt to solve things has caused your own demise.
A troubling answer in an attempt to end war,
you will just kill yourselves as a result of it all.
Here is your prophecy
Close your eyes quickly
This is the end
Of your own species
The solace you seek, a place that no longer exists. A place where ghosts roam.
(A place where ghosts roam.)
You've created apocalypse because of your messiah. You could pray for an Elusion of extinction... NO!
An elusion of your extinction:
You've created an illusion
Of your own safety
It's kept you dormant behind your television.
Thinking you have a voice.
It's an illusion
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