كلمات Post-Human Archetype

As shackles glimmer Beneath the impassible grin of the stars A scavenger lingers Sustained by hollowness and plastic gods Downfall of us all It's too late for apologies Downfall of our souls Remember what's meant to be And that tomorrow still belongs To the same old mistakes All that I need is to break the fall And recover myself Recover myself Apathy, the state of grace of the fools A rabid strain spreading jackals loose Funeral torch the collapse is universal A cycle's end, dress the world in utter darkness Downfall of us all It's too late for apologies Downfall of our souls Remember what's meant to be Downfall of us all It's too late for apologies Downfall of our souls Remember what's meant to be And that tomorrow still belongs To the same old mistakes All that I need is to break the fall And recover myself