ASHES TO ASH

DUST TO DUST

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

ANNIHILATION HAS ALREADY CAST ITS WEB ACROSS THE CRUSHED SOULS OF OUR TATTERED EXISTENCE 

SIMPLE HUMAN PLEASURES MASK THE PAIN OF A DYING CELL

ON SO MANY LEVELS I FEEL THE EARTH IS ME

AS FAR AS I CAN TELL

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

AT LEAST FOR A SPLIT SECOND

WE MAY SAY

WE FINALLY SEE

ASHES TO ASH

DUST TO DUST