Haute Monde Façade - Nervecell

In the verge of existence

There lies a lust to devour, the pain of humanity’s anguish

This grief never settles my soul not an hour, filled with shame and

disappointment

Misconceptions towards this life and its death, drawn through disobedience and

anger

What this verve brought us to?

Towards the end of everything

Chaos is here

Engaging in a never ending hatred, hatred to this life our fathers once led

Injecting revulsion in the minds of the weak, innocence to corruption

Puppets of a ruthless aim, stupidity is born in the name

The name of honor we once swore upon, swearing upon the lord of one

Towards the end of everything

Something is near consequences you can hear

Your doings are unset revealed through blinded eyes

Something is near, your vision, determination set unclear objective and need

Your doings are unset revealed through misleading lies

Come to realize with an open mind

We are made to, decompose, to humiliate, to invigorate

Rot in peace

This tragedy is tearing me, true senses scattered everywhere

This silence has forsaken us, can hear my soul crying out with despair

«History will have to record that the greatest tragedy this period of social

transition was not the strident clamour of the bad people, but the appalling

silence of the good…» — Martin Luther King, Jr