Honest Words - Bloodwork

yes shut wide, and minds caught in oblivion

The vision is the surrogate of life

Dead inside

Senseless yet with hollow pride

Marching for mortality, into the void

The words to which we’re tied

On bloodstained banners held in pride

As we march to the abyss

We see, ignorance is bliss

I reject the words being spoken

Refuse the deeds called for by the masses

Times divide, the final chapter opens

Drawn inside the stream, I march into the void