Obitus - The Drone Marches On

This void can’t help them anymore
The illusion of the dream is dead
you failed

Your feeble attempts are nothing
but pathetic, can’t you see you’re
already too late?
Much to late

We had them all along,
you never had a chance,
there was never any doubt
that you’d fail

As you always do.
You cannot offer, what we can
We can give eternal bliss
What have you to offer?

The dream is dead
Feeble fool, there never was one
You can’t fight what isn’t there
The march will never stop
The end is here
The drone marches on

The dream is dead
Feeble fool, there never was one
You can’t fight what isn’t there
The march will never stop
The drone marches on
The March of The Drones
The March of The Drones

It never mattered, for the drone lives
The march of the drones, never ends
For the drone marches on

(Interestingly enough one could say in the end that his death was self-inflected; although not in any standard way. The internal turmoil was simply too much, in the end his decision killed him.)