The Lord Of The Flies

I am the blood of a child born within the sun Burning a hole in time Coasting between the light and the dark Unaware of the cosmic structures that will crumble at the sight of my unholy power Saturated by the entities that dare to question me For the will of those in question Will never bow to those creating fear An intensified impulse of discontent Has never seemed so clear Manifested deep within my heart I lay in need of the sympathy of the one who overcomes Dwelling deep within my heart Finding the strength within the deepest vessel Conquer over helplessness I am the aftermath of the architect awaiting the morning sky Calculating the departure of this structural spine Destroying the land, depriving the elements I have become that which can create a wasteland Turning the tides, shifting the sands Breaking the hourglass so time stands still The soul of that which inhabits the land Is now just a phantom doomed to annihilation For the will of those confined are brought to their knees Paralyzed by the thought of feeling nothing Failure and falling Construction of shallow graves Can't withstand the malice I am the creation you've brought on yourselves Constructed within your walls There is no escape or salvation You've brought this on yourselves I am the creation you brought on this world You've brought on the death of us all