Antithesis - Cyanotic

Surround myself in the forming structures

Expanding sonance through the broken ground

I lose myself inside the waves of static

Immerse myself within the walls of sound

Dissonance is all I hear

Dissonance is all too clear

Hope is relapsing

Faith is regressing

The nails are driving into my cross

Iron wrench in the gears of progress

A present darkness washes over me

Force myself to replay all the scenes within my mind

Pointing fingers persecute the leaders of the blind