Remnants - Sarabante

All remnants of this modern plague

Sightless eyes and clouded brains

All marked with numbers discerned by race

Boxed in a system about to fail

Our thoughts are forbidden and buried in dusk

The glimmer of hope flickers in gloom

Barren emotions

Under a black cloud hiding the sun

Sunk in the apathy of this frozen life

But the world goes on

Straight to collapse

Frail forms of life

Born, marked for death

Our thoughts are forbidden and buried in dusk

The glimmer of hope flickers in gloom

Barren emotions

Our arms have been stolen

The dream is fading away

Our wings have been severed

We plummet to the ground

Decay remains

Under the surveillance

Under the knife

Under the black clouds

Retaliate

Remnants of this plague

Are these truly the last days?