The Cycle (2019)

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 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