Offspring Of Time

Burning the Masses

Rows by rows, headless statues resonating. This ceremony 
of cement resembles our thirst for humanity and feeling. 
My blind eye: the offspring of man.

The modern theory for viability, translucent from the 
eyes of command. This pattern in sound : the offspring of 
time. The modern theory for viability, translucent from 
the eyes of command. Imprisonment for the common man. 
Downgraded psychology. A lesser fate for heaven. The 
tentacles of control and visibility strangle hope and 
rape freedom.

Rows by rows, headless statues amalgamate. Part the mind 
of conclusive renaissance, and march as one as one 
towards the breathing mountain of mirrors. Atmospheric 
venom stains our sky with the preterition of tranquillity 
combined with the souls of the stillborn. My blind eye: a 
orator for ink. This pattern in blood: the offspring of.

Offspring of time, take my lead. Offspring of time, take 
my lead. Offspring of time. Child. Imprisonment for the 
common man. Downgraded psychology. A lesser fate for 
heaven. The Offspring of time.


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