A shallow depth of field softens the world
Out of focus, we blindly collide
In stories no one reads
Eyes glaze while bodies bleed
Silent paint strokes illustrate your life

We can't change the inertia of age
Keep up pace as we chase the undertow of time
A lachrymatory buzzing with flies

Turn the pages of our rhyparography
Youth is wasted on the young
It's zenosyne
Nothing is stagnant here
We walk with parallel strides
Anchored to the sphere
Saturn devours his child

We can't change the inertia of age
Keep up pace as we chase the undertow of time
A lachrymatory buzzing with flies

Fear the living
For they walk a deeply trodden path
All beginnings, time capsules for kenopsia
Exhibition of false faces in formaldehyde
Grotesque grinning
Inside

A lachrymatory buzzing with, buzzing with flies