The Heap Of Meaning - Shores Of Null

Erased the stains

The shades of heinous thoughts

Are carried by the wind

Victory turned dire

Our childish doom craved us dead

What we could do to avoid this hecatomb?

All was done for significance, you know

Unfelt the threat

We took it as an urge

You’ve been always right

We always fool

Joy turned upside down

Our secret’s now revealed

Come see the heap of meaning

See all the blood we spilt

Remembering days of massacre

Few children facing emptiness

Grim, dreadful, the demons we were us

We killed our innocence for good

The wishes we adopted

Made us grow apace

The bloody taste of triumph

Consumed us from within