1. APOPTOSIS

Incandescent mass burials' bloom
Underneath our barren feet
Here, high above the scorching pit
The reek gets bearable
And so we glide on the lines
Faces reflecting horizon

The spintrian buzz of the noble
The steady pace
That brings more unrest than comfort
So are the hardships of truce
The outskirts of unwavering order
One only a mother could love

We carved our failures in stone
Pierced the rubber curtains
To unfold the ocean of bliss
Yet beyond the folds
Is the predator’s scheme
Womb upon womb

…AMETHIA…

Never thought I’d pity myself that much
Childhood love
Still more relevant than tomorrow
For the sake of this song
I will tell you I was strong
The horizon never comes
And the tightrope never gets wider

I stare at the swarm over concrete jungle
Clenching tight to the tale of balance
Where is the punchline?
How come the things still roll?
For all the good we’ve done
There was always a bucket of lies

Darkness weaves the sky
Bleeding tar through eyes and ears
Mouths drool the anthem:

“With head up your ass
It’s easier to face the entropy”

If all is but white noise
Keeping up appearances was not essential

This is our honour
To burn the neighbour on a stake
Tear the stranger’s eye out
In an act of compassion
And repeat
Till the last man standing

Glass will flood us
Girders will fall
Who is to blame if not everyone?
Glass will flood us
Girders will fall

It’s so damn fucking hard
To piece the thoughts together
Setting Sun lays shadows on the ant world
Slowdown’s coming, but who's to stop?
The horizon never comes
And the tightrope never gets wider…