Текст: Earth Crisis. Wither.

Near lifeless skin stretched
Over a prone skeleton
An image branded for all time
Within my memory

Pursuit began, seeking pleasure
Delivered with a price
Though an illusion of instant bliss enticed
Toyed with what immediately only overpowered

Chased the dragon thinking
That it would not turn to devour

Steel driven into skin
Contamination forced in
Jaws of death close together
The haze that surges must not win

Wither

Body given to the vortex
Awake in a synthetic dream
Time and meaning fades
Life drains far faster than it seems

Drawn to the brink
By thoughts of invincibility
To give into what beckons
Constantly

Pulled back across the threshold
Loved by the ones who helped bring salvation
The future is in the hands
Of a once self-made victim
Self-made victim

Steel driven into skin
Contamination forced in
Jaws of death close together
The haze that surges must not win

Wither