Spectrums -

Become your ways.

See as I see for now it’s too late for all of you.

The self-thriving human of Earth, he will always take — no matter what’s at the

end.

To see the first cell before ruin

What a tragic moment that would surely be — to witness the end of pure beauty

A ruination of harmony

Into infinite spectrums we are flowing

No need for time — we flow as space

Just the end of another poor existence that thought it could learn the ways.

Mankind was doomed from the start — we’ll never see the day

It shall never be

Our corpses charred — afloat in a dead sea

Waves of failure rising and churning

A vast skyline of history to be repeated (again and again)

Truths made by the blind hide your own perspective

Only now, these things don’t exist

A ruination of harmony