Caiatus - The Cycle

Something doth rotate in silence
Forgotten, veiled, and at bay
Spins in your times of hindrance
Twirling as you stumble through the day
Tend to your spot in the machine
Fixated on your tasks, you don’t notice
Living was supposed to be serene
Death’s calls are getting difficult to miss

Life has been unkind
To the corpse I wish to be
Death I would not mind
Take away my destiny
The Cycle will unwind
My impact on history

The cycle brings dichotomy
(Cacophony)

Somewhere along we lost the purpose
Sentience took from us the drive
Human life itself is worthless
We destroyed the earth to stay alive
Death manifests itself in all of us
Seeping into that which makes us thrive
All that we deserve is the furnace
The cycle brings us all to our demise

We have all been blind
To our natural harmony
Solutions to our bind
All remain a mystery
The Cycle will unwind
Our impact on history

The Cycle seals humanity

The cycle / In motion
Reaps us all / Full commotion
Be free / Of the notion
None can flee / From death’s corrosion
(Never!)
No chance / To survive
Doom’s hand will come for every last life
Succumb / To the cycle
Cannot run, genocide is final

Mankind
Shall rot