They Lie

They walk with us
But on different paths
The nauseating advance of their steps
Infests the earth
Flounding, chasing their doom
They rot while are still alive

Their midget minds
Only able to
Justify submission
Their blindness is a fault
They see but never watch
The cyclone will bring them down

They lie
They alrerady lie
Upon a pile of bones

Their advance is freezed
Unmoving they walk
Raising clouds of dust
Their speech is vain
Improper, corrupted
The cyclone will bring them down

They lie
They alrerady lie
Upon a pile of bones

Like dead leaves falling down from a tree, they will crumple onto the floor

Dust to dust, there's no improvement in this breed, only the horror of regression in floods of justifications. As worms! Blind they creep in the dark, always through the same paths, far from the light that would
Crush their safety apart

In the cyclon, trapped without a way
They rot, while still alive
Brought down, they pretend to rise
The shameful end of humanity

The time is over, for the long and pointless walks under the stolen light. They'll disappear like puddles under the sun
False preachers! Talking about things they've never touched or understood, refuging in the warmth of shallow answers

In the cyclon, trapped without a way
They rot, while still alive
Brought down, they pretend to rise
The shameful end of humanity

They lie
They alrerady lie
Upon a pile of bones