We live amongst a sea of façades,
Of faces gone faceless and drowning
In beliefs that we, the fallen angels
Have somehow, some way become Gods.
We live in a world where on city streets
Litter becomes its own kind of hiding,
Footsteps buried beneath piles of man’s undoing,
These piles of man’s undoing burying the bleak
This is what our world has become.
And how are we Gods if we reside in Hell?
These devils have chased us, have left their lairs
Have learned to swim across seas that separate us,
Have learned to ride the wave, ride the swell.
Have you ever seen fire on water before?
If you haven’t, I implore
To remember that the seafoam is nothing more
Than albino ashes
And that darkness comes in many forms
And that shadows are spun of sunlight
And that we are not Gods
But faceless façades.
Drowning in seas of city streets
And avoiding our downfalls,
And in doing so
Creating a downfall of our own
That leaves us to drown
in ashen seas alone.