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….and through the aeons of eternity
has no man ever seen, one so pure
wasted behind the mindless screen
hidden from the splendor of perfection

entranced by the governmental pharaohs
sorrow... to borrow... but is only shown outward
and in the epoch of the useful idiot
he shall reign, and he shall gain limitless control

and i now mourn for their loss
silent lamentation
be remembered through the meaningless epitaph
at an existence on the brink of oblivion

….and in an age controlled by technology
blinded from the beautiful
hidden pale behind the hypnoscreen
reality is another entertainment

and what once was love has lost its message
as the flames of apathy spread
and in this age where this is the ordinary
fear controls the masses

and as i now mourn for our loss
a silent lamentation
be forgotten through the empty epitaph
and stare in the abyss of oblivion

entranced by the gods that play you
regret only when it’s far too late
and in the epoch of suicidal ruin
all plans of destruction shall come true

now after I mourn for their loss
the broken lamentation
deserted wall of epitaphs
as we weep in the abyss of oblivion

drink the alcohol of carnalities
i give you my lamentations
not even worthy of the epitaph
i weep in the abyss of oblivion

i weep in the abyss of oblivion