Descending -

Free fall through our midnight

This epilogue of our own fable

Heedless in our slumber

Floating nescient, we

Free fall through this boundlessness

This madness of our own making

Falling isn’t flying

Floating isn’t infinite

Come, our end, suddenly

All hail our lethargy

Concede suddenly

To the quickened dissolution

Pray we mitigate the ruin

Calling all to arms and order

Drifting through this boundlessness

This madness of our own making

Sound our dire reveille

Rouse all from our apathy

Lest we

Cease to be

Stir us from our

Wanton slumber

Mitigate our ruin

Call us all to arms and order

Sound the dread alarm

Through the primal body

Sound the reveille

To be or not to be

Rise

Stay the grand finale

Stay the reading of our swan song and epilogue

One drive to stay alive

Elementary

Muster every fiber

Mobilize

Stay alive

Stir us from our

Wanton slumber

Mitigate our ruin

Call us all to arms and order