Fall into lucidity And drink in the fear of disillusion There is no solemn way to behold this There is no way to escape the shock The filter is decaying now and I see That though He called us diamonds These diamonds are covered in filth The stench of our parade Is no longer the stench of victory The bodies I hung as trophies Were my brothers There is no glory in the death of men Perceiving God I broke the souls of the fallen Their final words never escaped my mind At the peak of the monolith I saw God fall and shatter into dust But the dust did not dissipate in the wind Nor was it washed away in the rain His ashes would stain the valleys of my mind The God I thought I knew only stood as an icon The true deity would be found in the deepest trenches of fear In the truest peaks of discovery His image would be seen as true perfection His image was beautiful His image in the man with his foot to the throat of Mother Earth The spiteful wretch reduced to a prototype This planet made obsolete Humanity unchained from the sinking corpse Men standing as gods Our legacy will not outlive our designs And we will outlive time