Cursing the Inept - Abaddon Incarnate

futile climb to a dead ambition

Empty hollow aspiration

Starry visioned apprentice to nothing

Up the frozen steps to ruination

Yearning to be dead on the other side

Calling the bastard names of illusions

Crying out for kind of infinity

No-one is minding the steps of your pathway

No-one cares where your path may lead

Yearning to be dead on the other side

Falling apart at the seams, the universe is ending

Day by day it spirals to somewhere that will never be

All my infinite ambitions laid out for ridicule

Yet those who ridicule have no future either

Aghast stairways, pathways unto certain oblivion

Let me rest here and think who is responsible for this farce?

Who is this cruel creator

Who grants me capacity to reason and think?

All that is immortal is dead, all that remains is bestial

At the end of all known pathways

Is the final certainty of death

All roads lead to certain Hell

No salvation

Falling apart at the seams, the universe is ending

Day by day it spirals to somewhere that will never be

All my infinite ambitions laid out for ridicule

Yet those who ridicule have no future either