Create, Sustain - Death Of An Era

You feel yourself clawing forward

In a never ending battle for progression

But there is no progression here

We are a race of maggots

Endless exaggeration of self-perfection

This is weight of the end

I show everything

This is finally finished

We have come to a point

Where there is no redemption

(Redemption)

No chance to heal what you’ve created

We, as humanity, are at a loss

Look at these false interpretations

You have become a common beast

We are nothing like the ones we set out to be

Cause we are nowhere near (No!)

Near a perfect society

No, we’re not

Everywhere you look

There is simply an agony beyond their words

You have spent your life

Full of meager attempts

To polish your vices

And you no longer strive

To be gods among ants

There’s no point in existing

If you’re standing there dead

My name is cognition

I am the realization that will save you

From the scourge of innocence

Save yourself from the deceit

Become something which can and will not be ignored

An attribute of resolution

For all of the world to know

You must create, you must sustain

No

We are, we are nothing

Like we, we set out to be