Tidal Waves - Obsidian

Innocence enters the machine

Wheels endlessly turn

Another twisted perverted formula

Another dull unconscious shell expunged

A wolrd of possibilities

Reduced to a mound of flesh

Decorated with abhorrence

For every single shred of truth

No directions given

No decisions made

We diligently flow

From production plant to termination

What lies in between

Machines and wheels and probing eyes

And nothing that we feel

Why can’t you see beyond the clouds?

Working against itself

This flowing carbon stream

Turns into a flood

Drowning all without compassion

To fight this rising flood

A sharp mind carving through the mass

Innocence

A world of possibilities

Reduced to a mount of flesh

Working tired against itself

This flowing carbon stream

Do flood the way!

Drowning all without remorse