Cleanser

I know the thoughts you hold We live inside our feral minds I watched the slow decay The fires burn us in our sleep Darkness bleeds through and I see no truth Can you see us? We're a faint light, a pale blue Entropy is dying light. It's the transience of life itself I find no relief in thoughts of eternity Are you still listening? Or are you just sleeping? Heaven lies inside those who hate the world I know you think I'm losing touch, so I guess I won't be there when you go up