Awaiting the Arrival - Prime Mover

You’ve reached your destination and the witching hour’s near

You’ve reached the realization that you have no business being here

Await the arrival

When reality came and went it left behind residuals

When reality came and went it took with it an excess of death

I heard the laughter of cold blooded bastards

Wiped away the filth from digging my own grave

I watched them slither and uncoil like a snak

As I wipe away the filth from digging my own grave

Thre is no hope without despair

No space for emptiness you can’t be hollow more than this

There is no hope we can repair

It’s irreversible but still we bother to exist

Await the arrival

When reality came and went it left behind residuals

When reality came and went it took with it all of you