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