Controller - Aversions Crown

Drop pods impact, covering the surface

Hopelessly cower as the new king rises

With his foot pressed to humanity’s throat

With his foot pressed to your throat

This is how they planned your life to end

This is how they planned the world to fucking end

Their world is spilling onto human soil

Staring into the mouth of the swarm

Humanity clings to its final moments, beg for mercy

You have been found

Scanning the surface of countless worlds

Human existence has been overthrown

An illusion to mask the reality

Nothing but a dream created to justify your worthless existence

The false begotten race

The failed masterpiece

The forgotten

From dust you have come and to dust you shall return

Without man the Earth began

And without man the Earth will end

We are the end