Incinerate - Despite Exile, Scott Kennedy

We are but a discrepant figure

We are an oblivious consciousness

Spreading terror throughout our pilgrimage

We are unforgivable

We are death

Let us incinerate what’s left of ourselves

Teeth devour the ground

Extinguishing the life all around

Means mindlessly turn into ends

We know upon us this curse will forever impend

A gift has doomed us

A poison has made us immortal

A glaring torch that burns onto itself

The source of it all

The blaze where we end

A flame to deliver us

A flame to incarcerate us

This cold fire will burn us all

We offer our souls on the altar of synthetical gods

This is the crater where we shall leap into

Undivided in our exhaustion

There will be nothing left to overcome

Our ashes encompassed by the soil

Until forever more

A gift has doomed us

A poison has made us immortal

This cold fire will burn us all

We offer our soul on the altar of synthetical gods

A flame was enough to deliver us

A flame was enough to incarcerate us

This cold fire will burn us all

We offer our souls on the altar of mechanical gods

We disappear with our irrelevant scapegoats

Since we could not bear with the time we won

Let us be buried by inhuman sons

We are death

Let us incinerate what’s left of ourselves