End - Megalomania

There's a hole
In your kindness mask
The broken piece
Thrusted your brains
Gasping for air
Striving for life
Granted a soul
Carefully trimmed to look fine
The reason based deities of your kind
Have ignited the ignorance fire
Watch your back now
For war is so close
There's a heathenstorm coming
Who are you
Struggling for?
What is your name?
You have been
Here so long
You forgot there's no aim...
If there's thin lines
Between emotions
Doesn't that make
All emotions flat?
Is there any life left
Inside your saturated lards?
Or am I just talking
To a barely standing funeral?
You lurk for your chance
Stalking, grim...
Like a priest
Mumbling over the graves
Like vultures attending
The leftovers of ubermensch
Drooling shadows from the shithole
You call mouth
Atonement walks in hand with doom