Without a leg to stand on, I slither to the edge
Without a hand to wave for help I try to shout to them
My rusty jaw wide open, my diaphragm is clenched
But all that comes up is some dust before there’s no air left.
When I look in the mirror I’m disturbed by what I see
My skin is melting, dripping off, and flowing to the sea
I scream I curse the gods I bid them what’s become of me
But if a message there was sent, no message was received.
I’m tumbling through the open, great pit that has no end
I beg and plead for you to stop as my bones start to rend
I know it’s feeble hoping, but still I hope to mend
my broken mind with little time before the looming end
They say that from the ocean, a great three headed beast
Arose with words like dripping blood and swords where should be teeth
I hear its celebration, they lied about the meek
Inherit what? There is no earth beneath this rubble heap
A final revelation, one last thing made clear
I know that with each gasping breath, that all our ends draw near
We’ve reached the final chapter, this is the curtain call
We were the gods, there was no word, and this is how we fall
With thirty suns up in the sky, we turn to meet our fate
he wasn’t love, it came from us, but now it’s all too late
It’s true we were created, though this knowledge came delayed
We thought too slow, but now we know, the world was made with hate