The Fevered - Vestige

Ever turning world
Indifferent to the weight
of human suffering

Ever turning world
Through mans every hopeless struggle
Time presses and the world
turns on without

Remorse
Remorse

Silence of all reason
In the vestige of the world before us

We breath, only to scar

Ever turning world Indifferent to every final
shuddering breath
The remnants of humanity
Condemned to this

Vestige

And as we face the end,
We find ourselves to be the blind
Ignorant of worlds within
We breath, only to scar

Only to scar

Engulfed within morass
Climb out of harm
Climb out of hate