Haute Monde Facade

Haute Monde Facade
 Nervecell
 In the verge of existence,
 There lies a lust to devour, the pain of humanity's anguish
 This grief never settles my soul not an hour, filled with shame and disappointment
 Misconceptions towards this life and its death, drawn through disobedience and anger
 What this verve brought us to? Towards the end of everything
 Chaos is here
 Engaging in a never ending hatred, hatred to this life our fathers once led
 Injecting revulsion in the minds of the weak, innocence to corruption
 Puppets of a ruthless aim, stupidity is born in the name
 The name of honor we once swore upon, swearing upon the lord of one
 Towards the end of everything
 Something is near consequences you can hear
 Your doings are unset revealed through blinded eyes
 Something is near, your vision, determination set unclear objective and need
 Your doings are unset revealed through misleading lies
 Come to realize with an open mind
 We are made to, decompose, to humiliate, to invigorate
 Rot in peace
 This tragedy is tearing me, true senses scattered everywhere
 This silence has forsaken us, can hear my soul crying out with despair
 "History will have to record that the greatest tragedy this period of social transition was not the strident clamour of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good..." - Martin Luther King, Jr.