"MANIFESTO"

1. ASHES TO ASH. DUST TO DUST.

2. SOOT CLINGS TO MY COMBAT BOOTS. AS IF HOLDING ONTO THE LAST BITS OF MOISTURE IN THE AIR WOULD REALLY SAVE US FROM RETURNING TO THE SUN.

3. ANNIHILATION HAS ALREADY CAST ITS WEB ACROSS THE CRUSHED SOULS OF OUR TATTERED EXISTENCE. SIMPLE HUMAN PLEASURES MASK THE PAIN OF A DYING CELL.

4. ON SO MANY LEVELS I FEEL THE EARTH IS ME. AS FAR AS I CAN TELL.

5. DESOLATE FRACTALS RIP SPACE FROM TIME. YOULL GO BLIND IN A FLASH. BRAIN SWELLS. YOU CANT HEAR IT BECAUSE YOUR EARDRUMS ARE BLEEDING. BUT THE OBITUARIES OF THE LAST SOULS TO WANDER OUR DESECRATED WASTELAND SURE DID.

6. AT LEAST FOR A SPLIT SECOND. WE MAY SAY. WE FINALLY SEE.

7. ASHES TO ASH. DUST TO DUST.