Slipping On Noise - Byzantine

Condensed debris compressed into a world

Circling star cutting a path of disease

Serrating our future

Evolution disguised

Light years isolate our faces

A sentiment resounding through space

A malignant beacon flickering away

The universal pedigree of hate

An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace

We circle in silence

A magnet for violence

Our legacy a ballistic test

Of minute impact on the face of existence

Projecting polluted screams to the billions

Receiving the deserved magnificent silence

We are the fundamental components

Of our destruction

Nails raked down the chalkboard

Of universal dysfunction

An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace

We circle in silence

A magnet for violence

So are we ready for the showdown

As our world is ripped out of its ellipsis

There is no finer flesh to fall

Than the skin that drapes our empty souls

Motionless a perfect disease

Asymptomatic beckoning the extinction to be

Genetically we are suppressed into reliving

Our historic poverty until it snuffs us out