Are you conscious, still there? Are you listening, still there? Confined me in this labyrinth of lore You'd decline me as I call your sacred name What is left inside of me? Why am I still here? I've fallen to the ground Where I was never meant to be (become like you) Lust and dust are all that remain In our brain of broken purpose In the end Think about who will take this dying land? Ill-omened Think about who would care for In the end Think about who will take this dying land? Ill-omened Think about who would care for No intention Guess who will die a hero's death Comprehension Of what we've become