To Dust

Remnants of tomorrow
litter the streets
The smell of dismissal
mixed with defeat
Pardoned, portrayed,
looking back who was saved
The architect aspires
for the groundwork is laid
Apathetic views
exemplify the reprisal
Masked in horro
there's no room for survival
Towers crumble
amid acts of desperation
Thought and sight
before retaliation

I HAVE SEEN
DEATH'S ECHOING DREAM
MIRRORED BY THE PAST,
VISIONS OF WHO'S LAST

TO DUST I WEEP
AS THE SANDS SLOWLY SEEPS
BENEATH MY HANDS
FALLING UPON THE LAND

Feel the cold grasp of ironic fate
The hands of time creep as
you ponder and wait
When did we decide
that the ends and the means

Justify extinguishing
all of our dreams
Is the potency
worth the transgression
When the lust is so great
it becomes your obsession
Who decides who's god
and who is man
Life's been forsaken,
thrust to the damned

I HAVE SEEN
DEATH'S ECHOING DREAM
MIRRORED BY THE PAST,
VISIONS OF WHO'S LAST

TO DUST I WEEP
AS THE SANDS SLOWLY SEEPS
BENEATH MY HANDS
FALLING UPON THE LAND

Remnants of tomorrow litter the streets
The smell of dismissal mixed with defeat
Pardoned, portrayed, looking back who was saved
The architect aspires for the groundwork is laid
Apathetic views exemplify the reprisal
Masked in horro there's no room for survival
Towers crumble amid acts of desperation
Thought and sight before retaliation