Presence fading
Slowly increasing
Lights switching
My sky is nothing
Ever-changing
Clean and tasteless
Closely waiting
Man-made mania
Nothing ever is
Nothing ever
Ever
IS
Nothing ever is
Gently walking
Termites terrain
Straying marked
For mastery unknown
Branded inside
Nameless multitude
Dark and hollow
I'm on stand-by
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
