Black Ash - Cataract

Counting the grazes, the wounds of this time, scratches and cuts lie open in

the mud

Empathy stolen from the ones yet to come, what’s left is not more than a crumb

The flag we’re waving is of forward progress

Life took us down to the lands of dryness leaving behind wasteland and trash

Left on the stage only black ash

What would belong to them they will never see

What had to feed them they will never taste

The greatness and vastness — they’ll never feel

The flag we’re waving, is of forward progress

Modernity took us down, to the lands of dryness

Leaving behind wasteland and trash left on the stage only black ash

When our curtain falls, the void they’ll see

Leaving behind wasteland and trash, left on the stage only black ash