Dichotomy - Becoming The Archetype

Initially they rationalized with futile speculations

Which brought about their ultimately fatal calculations

They sewed their own eyes shut

To protect them from the light

Closed the doorway of their minds

Barred and sealed it tight

Their foolish hearts were darkened

Their vacant minds deceived

The lies that they exchanged for truth

Became all that they believed

They exchanged the incorruptible

For the image of fallen man

Worshiped creature rather than creator

The image rather than his hand

The heavens wait in silence

For the coming of the end

As man perfects his own imperfection

Destruction closes in

In the grave they chose to make their beds

Now all that they’ve created

Comes crashing down, down, down upon their heads

Death is waiting

IN THIS HOUR THE TOWER SHALL FALL!