The Verge - Amoral

Limitations in manners nailed deep within

Spreading as internal flood

This peak of knowledge and its corrosion

Has turned the survivors into their own victims

Constant progress in escaping alive

Is degradation of regret

By the time they would deviate

A state seen as an ill vision has become the essence

Discarding the future, discarding senses

Raising barriers in front of what’s gone

Beyond a mental cliff lies the chance to be

By their own feet they’ll fall

Every stride of a thought counts another clinch

Coming altered, not replaced

Harsh will be the sight at the center of atrocity

Where the edge eroded a long time ago

It’s hard to attempt when you figure out you’ve vanished

The need to drop the flaws of nature

Hard to attempt when you figure out you’ve vanished

Cause of them vanquished

Dispose of the bleak trace

Prostration of humanity

Dispose of the trace

Fatal conduct the bait they’re chasing

The eye of evolution strangling the blind

Incapable to discern themselves

Uncontrollable creation to reproduce in reach

It’s hard to attempt when you figure out you’ve vanished

The need to drop the flaws of nature

Flaws of our nature