Slipping On Noise (Byzantine)

Condensed debris compressed into a world Circling star cutting a path of disease Serrating our future Evolution disguised Light years isolate our faces A sentiment resounding through space A malignant beacon flickering away The universal pedigree of hate An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace We circle in silence A magnet for violence Our legacy a ballistic test Of minute impact on the face of existence Projecting polluted screams to the billions Receiving the deserved magnificent silence We are the fundamental components Of our destruction Nails raked down the chalkboard Of universal dysfunction An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace We circle in silence A magnet for violence So are we ready for the showdown As our world is ripped out of its ellipsis There is no finer flesh to fall Than the skin that drapes our empty souls Motionless a perfect disease Asymptomatic beckoning the extinction to be Genetically we are suppressed into reliving Our historic poverty until it snuffs us out