Anticipated Resurrection - Shadowcast

Everything is tentatively, everything’s venally

How disgusting & lifeless, how morbid & tasteless

Dying is carried out in thrusts and parts

Automatic redemption, seasons of killing art

Searching the answer somewhere in nowhere

Glamour is the land, where you’ll never live

Out of your mind, out of endless sight

15 minutes of fame is what you’d like to receive

Within your sense, within unreachable delight

I use the terror of the new to buy — emptiness in you

The quantity of nothing’s what you will have to go through

Everything’s a number, reduction ad absurdum

Strangulation of the individual’s mask

The natural person being torn to the minimum

Control of thoughts, control of every task

You’re bound to empty promises and false hope so curled

Man is a ware like anything else in this world

Is it water, where we will drown?

Emptiness is our burden crown

Unwilling to lose it all

We’ll slide down the surface of things

Zero existence

Shattered glass & venomous dreams

We are starting the overture to screams