Panacea - Ouroboros

In seperable through maturity

Now laces with the threat

Of annihilation

Ideals make way for wartime operations

Strobe-light shrapnel

Tears tissue asunder

My shocked eyes gaze

Refusing to see

A blood-stained path to

My brother reveals

His unhealable open wounds' frailty

Inconceivable pain

Irrevocable affliction

Powerless am I

To make you whole once again

PANACEA

Powerless am I

PANACEA

To make you whole once again

Petrifying empathy

Takes complete control of me

He’s involuntarily tethered

To these last moments of pain

It may be his last desire

To be bathed in friendly fire

A terminal reaction to a hopeless situation

«Brother…Please!

Send me on my way!»

«Brother…Please!

Release me from this pain!»

It seems that even gods on high

Refuse to let my brother die

Responsibility now thrust on me

Any burden I bear

Shall be secondary

A fratricide you’re empowering

To end all your suffering