Into the Void

The bleak and empty canvas
 Rent before me is our own
 Created madness
 Cancerous and reeking of discord
 Malignant growth
 Metastasis consuming bodies whole
 Leaving the canvas bloodied
 And the soul destroyed
 Casting us further into the void
 As time proceeds and leaves us
 Weak and alone
 The grinding wheels
 Will peel our skin to the bone
 Planned obsolescence
 Doomed to fail by design
 Speaking volumes
 To our need for survival
 Reliant wastrels left dependent
 On morose and morbid hope
 Dulling the senses like a blade
 Left blunt with rust
 Adaptability to growth
 Emaciated and forlorn
 Starved for progress and
 Abandoned all at once
 As time proceeds and leaves us
 Weak and alone
 The grinding wheels
 Will peel our skin to the bone
 Planned obsolescence
 Doomed to fail by design
 Speaking volumes
 To our need for survival
 Planned obsolescence
 Doomed to fail by design
 Speaking volumes
 On our desire to die
 As time proceeds and leaves us
 Weak and alone
 The grinding wheels
 Will peel our skin to the bone
 As time proceeds and leaves us
 Weak and alone
 The grinding wheels
 Will peel our skin to the bone