Pustules - Rings of Saturn, Charles Caswell

This is the embodiment of unresolve

Spawned by the negligence of humanities devolve

We won’t (we won’t) be the ones to sit back and dissolve

An existential crisis that cannot be absolved

A gaze to pierce the fleshy souls, the clouds, and the heavens

Formless in its own essence, an entity stretched across the extent

Only deemed alive as blood flows through their veins and with snot in their nose

Making their faces contort to challenge the mortal coil they’ve meshed with

Only deemed alive as blood flows through their veins and with snot in their nose

Making their faces contort to challenge the mortal coil they’ve meshed with

Ordained the death of humans from their very inception

The destiny of mankind brought forth by their own ideals

Pustules are slowly beginning to form, and pop from their fucking skin

Pop from their fucking skin

This is the embodiment of unresolve

Spawned by the negligence of humanities devolve

We won’t (we won’t) be the ones to sit back and dissolve

An existential crisis that cannot be absolved

A gaze to pierce the fleshy souls, the clouds, and the heavens

Formless in its own essence, an entity stretched across the extent

Only deemed alive as blood flows through their veins and with snot in their nose

Making their faces contort to challenge the mortal coil they’ve meshed with

Only deemed alive as blood flows through their veins and with snot in their nose

Making their faces contort to challenge the mortal coil they’ve meshed with

Ordained the death of humans from their very inception

The destiny of mankind brought forth by their own ideals

Pustules are slowly beginning to form, and pop from their fucking skin

Pop from their fucking skin