I wonder if the voice will ever be heard
If the realm of the winds listens at all
Maybe the sound is dashed on the rocks
Amid the crashing waves of madness
Or crushed under the tyres
On the mighty highways of steady decay?
All seems lost
Awareness in disarray
Seeker of the break in the clouds
Away from the toxic vapours of the rising flames
The phoenix with its wings broken
Masters of the shadows reaching out
Breaking the necks of the new born ideas
The moment they take their first breath
A noose encircles the neck
And the piranha gorges on the vocal chords
It seems lost now as the plummet into destruction
Terminal velocity
Head on collision with the ground
As the fool taking the blind leap of folly
Was deceived by the apparition
The mirage in the freezing desert
The voice barely above a whisper
Make or break amid the crazy place
Within the addicted to Sodom and Gomorrah
Nobody hears because nobody cares
The viper stuns the mortals with its poisons
Sickly sweetmeal issuing the slow death
A painless end ...
This time, this campaign
All hope is lost
The key to the door lies ahead
But yet the voice is silent now
There is nothing that can turn this chapter around.
