The Paradox

Prodigious dreams, entangled and black
Coiled in the corners of life
Hallucinations, engraved in our bones
Futile, monotonous lives
 
The poison circle, eyes within eyes
How black our madness to be
Spectral salvation, unfurling itself
Through labyrinthian nights
 
To carry these dead notes
As we stare into the abyss
Our ruin, twisted and black
Into the starving void
 
Dehumanization of our art and culture
Parent of horrors to be
Mankind is nothing but self-conscious flesh
The triumph of our own deceit
 
The structures, they now crumble
The fevered liturgy
Black with the scars of madness
We hide within our crypts
 
Through mad winds of terror
Dreams are disturbed
In pulse after heaven-wide pulse
Older than darkness, colors unknown
Within the pit of death
 
Heroic dreams now trampled
By figures in rust-colored robes
A region, illuminated
Into the nuclear dawn
 
The structures they now crumble
The fevered liturgy
Black with the scars of madness
We hide within our crypts
 
And as all hope turns to black
Into the dreamless night
As all hope turns to black
Of pessimism and paradox
 
(No hope, all black)
(No hope, all black)
 
And as all hope turns to black
Into the dreamless night
As all hope turns to black
Of pessimism and paradox
 
Of pessimism and paradox

Of pessimism and paradox