Traces of Supremacy - Lorna Shore

They’ve come and they’ve gone leaving traces of supremacy

And alarming signs of technology

A raped earth a desecrated grave site

Former races left learning nothing from their corpses

This galaxy is plagued by an unsettling darkness

The existence of our humanity composed by puppetry from the sky

The human races dwindles weaving in and out of tribulation

Wasted space and wasted potential

If anything exists what the fuck would they want to learn or share knowledge

with us

We are a living breathing joke to all forms of life

Beams of light split the clouds revealing a frightening sight

Foreign aircraft fill the sky, denying view of the heavens

Millions of heart cease at the sight of their inevitable demise

Squirm

Before the throne of thine creators

Pathetic worms the time of your kind is way past due

Whats yours is ours we’ve come to earth to consume

Consume

Do the earth a favor and bring cleansing fire to this land

Leave none standing

Eradicate and extinguish us all

I call upon your excellence destroy us all

I feel my soul is on fire

Internal organs shutting down

Extinction is upon us, it’s what were programmed for

Do the earth a favor and bring cleansing fire to this land

Leave none standing

Eradicate and extinguish us all

I call upon your excellence destroy us all

They’ve come and they’ve gone leaving traces of supremacy

And alarming signs of technology

A raped earth a desecrated grave site

Former races left learning nothing from their corpses

This galaxy is plagued by an unsettling darkness

The existence of our humanity composed by puppetry from the sky

The human races dwindles

Weaving in and out of tribulation

Wasted space and wasted potential

Beams of light they split the sky

With no hesitation on who it takes inside

Our numbers diminishing all faith aside

Have we met our maker

The end is on my mind

Ripped away from the earth

Into the void that is space

Taken

Beams of light they split the sky

With no hesitation on who it takes inside

Our numbers diminishing all faith aside

Have we met our maker

The end is on my mind

The end is on my mind