The whispers, those dreadful voices, can you stop?
All inhumane beings whose hearts flutter shall drop
Sky forever black
Earth remaining scorched
The human body count shall gradually rack
Tied to the stake and forever torched
The ticking and the chattering, can it please die?
May the last words of society be idioms and good bye?
Turning around, around, around again
Always turning back to the origin
I now step forward to a world so barren
What was your home shall be the tomb you lay your bodies in