Skyquake

The morning broke in eerie silence

The ground beneath us cracked and dry

Too self absorbed to even notice

The cracks that formed up in the sky

Twisting

Turning

Freezing

Burning

Tearing

Fusing

Lucid

Confusing

Forceful rejection

Open reception

Dreaming and waking

The process is taking too long

Take what we need at our convenience

Another quick means to an end

Too busy thinking of excuses

For a practice we can not defend

Collapsing under its own weight

The sky burns out

As we kiss oblivion

Upon its toothy mouth

Your well being does not concern us

Any worries you must keep inside

Do as we're told without a reason

We never think to question why

Collapsing under its own weight

The sky burns out

As we kiss oblivion

Upon its toothy mouth

We walk upon the fields of fire

The smoldering bodies of our dead

Our self-absorption is the reason

It's the gun we point at our own heads

Collapsing under its own weight

The sky burns out

As we kiss oblivion

Upon its toothy mouth