Within the withered womb of all by which I am defined
A frail and absent recollection of myself is derived
As I am lulled to sleep by the echoes of thought from my hollow insides
A once-proud nation reduced to a monolith
Where life was once abundant now remains a myth
While I struggle to carry forth my legacy
I fail to find a reason that I should exist
A pitiful pawn, a puppet of all that reaches my ears
Unwilling to think for myself throughout the passing years
The sky has opened in the shadow of a god
Who looks on his creation without an empathеtic thought
The darkness cast will keep me blindеd, keep me lost
As I am left to wander through the dark amid the frost
Shaped by the avaricious will of tyrants so long dead
I was reduced to slavery by my own dread
Held captive by the thoughts ringing inside my head
I walked a weary Earth, by our will, it slowly bled
Prayer falls upon the ears of the deaf
As I'm sustained only by hope from fantasies they left
My predecessors, fathers of all my regrets
Casting their bastard spawn back to the lands they left
The sun will never set upon what they have built
And yet it can't escape the shade cast by the weakest willed
We are the sons of those whose blood was never spilled
In the name of their causes by which we are killed
Left to our own devices, we wallow in the filth
That washes down from the temples settled in the hills
We cast our eyes upward, upon their gleaming crowns
Anathema to all that seek the gift of sight and sound
Within the perspective to which I am confined
A dying iteration of myself is derived
An empty shell of misery, from this world now resigned
As I am left to break beneath the shame of their design
Blindly, we stumble and we crawl across the sacred grounds
Of gods of their own imagining, watching us seek what they've already found
I hope only for silence as the echoes inside resound
A frail and absent recollection of myself is derived
As I am lulled to sleep by the echoes of thought from my hollow insides
A once-proud nation reduced to a monolith
Where life was once abundant now remains a myth
While I struggle to carry forth my legacy
I fail to find a reason that I should exist
A pitiful pawn, a puppet of all that reaches my ears
Unwilling to think for myself throughout the passing years
The sky has opened in the shadow of a god
Who looks on his creation without an empathеtic thought
The darkness cast will keep me blindеd, keep me lost
As I am left to wander through the dark amid the frost
Shaped by the avaricious will of tyrants so long dead
I was reduced to slavery by my own dread
Held captive by the thoughts ringing inside my head
I walked a weary Earth, by our will, it slowly bled
Prayer falls upon the ears of the deaf
As I'm sustained only by hope from fantasies they left
My predecessors, fathers of all my regrets
Casting their bastard spawn back to the lands they left
The sun will never set upon what they have built
And yet it can't escape the shade cast by the weakest willed
We are the sons of those whose blood was never spilled
In the name of their causes by which we are killed
Left to our own devices, we wallow in the filth
That washes down from the temples settled in the hills
We cast our eyes upward, upon their gleaming crowns
Anathema to all that seek the gift of sight and sound
Within the perspective to which I am confined
A dying iteration of myself is derived
An empty shell of misery, from this world now resigned
As I am left to break beneath the shame of their design
Blindly, we stumble and we crawl across the sacred grounds
Of gods of their own imagining, watching us seek what they've already found
I hope only for silence as the echoes inside resound
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