The Empty Skies

The dead walk
 In the silent world
 Oh, how the dead talk
 With empty words
 
Redemption
 By thought injection
 And the dead march
 To the voice of deception
 
This is now a new beginning
 There will be no creation from chaos
 No light at the end
 Just a faint glimpse of the forgotten
 
Screaming
 Overcome by silence
 Suffocated
 By the unspoken
 
And the dead walk
 With no fear
 And the dead fall
 With the horrors of living
 
Murky demented eyes
 Stare at the empty skies
 Desperately searching for something
 Something that once was there
 
It's too late for salvation
 While falling to oblivion
 We are doomed to stagnation
 To witness the inverse creation