With all our ogres we march into the sun
Smoldering without obstinacy
one be one like sheep we follow form
crazed wrath from denial
and all the seeds from the feed
become trees of flies and extremity
a day of reckoning
we swallow eath like dirt onto fire
when all is black we've lost our enormity
descending fast we fall to voracity
and we foresee all
an amputation of all that we long for
The brain of destruction
and it trips us away, away from
the thread in which hope hangs by is wearing thin
by man made fire.