The Industries - The Mercy Cage

The artificial closeness

One always covets

The string he tied unravelled

The act evolving

Bound together by this

Surreal thing of exotic fiction

Denied the process

Where do we go from here?

Embrace static screams

Free-formed, rushing forward

This is the meaning

Of the end times

The lie uncovered

Bursts through the other side of fate

Flails away at the certainty

I will not follow…

Where do we go from here?

Where do we go from here?

I see my ministry

My flock, clean slate is spread before me

I see my ministry

This vision of the end of everything

I’ve seen my ministry

My flock of sheep is spread before me

I’ve seen my ministry

This vision of the end of everything