A PERSONAL POST APOCALYPTIC DESTRUCTION
STREWN WITH ONLY MINISCULE STRANDS OF HOPE
AND BROKEN SHARDS OF NOSTALGIA
WHILE CLINGING TO THE BRUTAL REALITY
THAT THE FUTURE CAN’T HOLD A CANDLE
TO THE RELICS OF FORGOTTEN CENTURIES
THE UNBEARABLE GLIMPSE OF REFLECTION
CLINGING TO THE LAST IMMINENT DISSIPATION
COWERING BEHIND THE NIGHT
LIES THE DARK INCEPTION
THEN CRUSHED BY THE MIGHT
CRUSHED BY THE MIGHT OF DIVINITY
WITH ONE SWIFT SURGE
ALL IS UNDONE BY THE MAELSTROM
THE DREAMS THEY TALLY IN YEARS
WHEN YESTERDAY NEVER COMES

THIS IS THE FAULTLINE
THE ROT AMONG THE RUINS
THIS IS THE FAULTLINE
THIS IS THE FAULTLINE
THE ROT AMONG THE RUINS
THIS IS THE FAULTLINE

GILDED ONCE SO TIGHT
DISENTIGRATED NOW AND FOREVER
FOREVER CAST FROM SIGHT
THE ROT AMONG THE RUINS
GILDED ONCE SO TIGHT
DISENTIGRATED NOW AND FOREVER
FOREVER CAST FROM SIGHT
THE ROT AMONG THE RUINS

THE ABSENT BREATH WON’T GASP FOR AIR
THE FORCE-FED ARE TO IMAGINE IT THERE
WITH ABLE FINGERS GROUND TO THE BONE
LIMBLESS CHAMELEONS MARCH TO WHERE THEYRE SHOWN

ASHES OF THE DESTROYERS
AND MARTYRS CAST TO THE WIND
THY CUP RUNITH OVER
WITH KINGS EMBELISHMENT
NO PAGES OR TESTAMENTS
TO SEVER THE UNBEARABLE WILLINGNESS
THY CUP RUNITH OVER
WITH KINGS EMBELISHMENT


ALL IS UNDONE BY THE MAELSTROM
THE DREAMS THEY TALLY IN YEARS
WHEN YESTERDAY NEVER COMES
ALL IS UNDONE BY THE MAELSTROM
THE DREAMS THEY TALLY IN YEARS
WHEN YESTERDAY NEVER COMES

BECAUSE THIS IS THE FAULTLINE

A PERSONAL POST APOCALYPTIC DESTRUCTION
STREWN WITH ONLY MINISCULE STRANDS OF HOPE
AND BROKEN SHARDS OF NOSTALGIA
THIS IS THE FAULTLINE
WHILE CLINGING TO THE BRUTAL REALITY
THAT THE FUTURE CAN’T HOLD A CANDLE
TO THE RELICS OF FORGOTTON CENTURIES
THIS IS THE FAULTLINE
THE UNBEARABLE GLIMPSE OF REFLECTION
THIS IS THE FAULTLINE
CLINGING TO THE LAST IMMINENT DISSIPATION
THIS IS THE FAULTLINE
COWERING BEHIND THE NIGHT
THIS IS THE FAULTLINE
CRUSHED BY THE MIGHT OF DIVINITY
THIS IS THE FAULTLINE