Cynic Dreams - Prototype

If you feel your emotions entwined

So alone and betrayed

Rise tall and demand stars aligned

Past leaden skies

This war is frayed

Our futile resolve

All these prophets predicted this meager take

Bend your soul

Believe not what leads you astray

Then behold

The power that strengthens

Our last widespread decay

Never soon to be simply let by

Let’s assume this mockery

My will is as still as your lies

Of infamy

I won’t regret

The choices I made

It will serve as another reminder

Bend your soul

Believe not what leads you astray

Then behold

The power that crushes

Your final, silent, cynic dreams

Tearing the fabric of time

Insomnic thread

Reaching the edge of the line

Now another day

Now awaken, our conscience is one

We begin this strategy

In the end it will render you numb

Not what it seems

Drenched in new life

The quiet remains

Population control, we assimilate

Bend your soul

Believe not what leads you astray

Then behold

The power that crushes

Your final, silent, cynic dreams