Futility - In Twilight's Embrace

I summon hyenas, flies and vultures

Leftovers will make you foam at mouths

Sharpen your tusks or just circle

'round this excrement of natural selection

Come all ye scribes and eye witnesses

A record will be set in forcing open doors

Subject to dispute by the most exquisite

Pimps of reason and lowlifes of all sorts

Everyone shines so perfectly

With the reflected light, having burned their own out

And it feels way better to see deep blue oceans

Instead of the reeking cesspool of life

It’s gold rush with no gold left whatsoever

A feat in mining out of the barren Earth

Burrowing deep through infertile soil

Delving into the dried riverbed

A paradox that keeps the world turning

We last in love of the life we truly hate