Offspring Of Time

Rows by rows, headless statues resonating. This ceremony

of cement resembles our thirst for humanity and feeling.

My blind eye: the offspring of man.

The modern theory for viability, translucent from the

eyes of command. This pattern in sound : the offspring of

time. The modern theory for viability, translucent from

the eyes of command. Imprisonment for the common man.

Downgraded psychology. A lesser fate for heaven. The

tentacles of control and visibility strangle hope and

rape freedom.

Rows by rows, headless statues amalgamate. Part the mind

of conclusive renaissance, and march as one as one

towards the breathing mountain of mirrors. Atmospheric

venom stains our sky with the preterition of tranquillity

combined with the souls of the stillborn. My blind eye: a

orator for ink. This pattern in blood: the offspring of.

Offspring of time, take my lead. Offspring of time, take

my lead. Offspring of time. Child. Imprisonment for the

common man. Downgraded psychology. A lesser fate for

heaven. The Offspring of time.