The Cataclysm - Ender

This is a plea to wake up

Torn at the seams, it’s all in complete disorder

We march along with our blinders on, while mother weathers and fades away

She cries out for help, yet in return we scream… «not today»

This is a plea to wake up

Digging building, tearing and burning

slowly stripping away her purity

Shallow fixations, and a glimmer so dull, do you even care, what tomorrow holds?

Her body will be laid to rest

The sun will rear it’s head, and avenge her end

Shallow fixations, and a glimmer so dull, with eyes half closed,

we can’t avoid the fall

The ground will shake the waters will rise up

Digging, building, tearing and burning

the great demise will grace us all

Obsessed with self

In a world so torn, do you even care, tomorrow will be no more