The Stranded - Post-Human Archetype Lyrics
As shackles glimmerBeneath the impassible grin of the starsA scavenger lingersSustained by hollowness and plastic godsDownfall of us allIt’s too late for apologiesDownfall of our soulsRemember what’s meant to beAnd that tomorrow still belongsTo the same old mistakesAll that I need is to break the fallAnd recover myselfApathy, the state of grace of the foolsA rabid strain spreading jackals looseFuneral torch the collapse is universalA cycle’s end, dress the world in utter darkness