Thrown Into The Sun - Misery Index

In the name of gods

You prey on desperately

Like a parasite

Here lies the consequence

Six billion arms around me

In sweet denial

With burden to bear

Atlas recoiling

In terror

Six billion arms around me

Destined to wake

Light dims on civilization

Gathered 'round dying embers

And with a steady hand

Long last we’re thrown into the sun

Spiraling cataclyst

Deafening, down to this

Ascending, world in tow

Telling all, eternal woe

Throw it all, make me strong

Never right, never wrong

One and all alive

Disposed