Faith
Was it the last hold we had?
To keep ourselves from tying our own noose
Or was it the remains of our soul
That we have finally consumed?
Consuming everything that we trust
What was the point of our lives?
What was our reason to lie?
Oh God
Because it's not so easy to deny
All the demons that we had left inside
We're forgetting all that brought us here
Once upon a time
There was paradise inside our minds
How did we ever manage to convince ourselves that we were right?
There is no way for us to fight our own contempt
Even with all our reasons and sight
We will be shown
What it means to be a ghost
We will be shown
How it feels to be alone
We won't remember
To find a reason
To find an answer
To why we feed
To what we are
With these sharpened teeth and burning breath
Our unending appetite and hunger
We have devoured
Our own existence
We have found no meaning in violence
This guilt and frustration
Is a lifelong process
What's the point of masking hate with diluted ascension?
When we are all our only enemies
And we all fell victim to the dread of gluttony