Running on Emptiness

Hollow hearts of ours, filled with greed
Pump machinelike, always empty, black blood seeps

We are ruiners of life, the blight of the earth

Our mouths are filled with crude oil
Our lungs are full of smoke and rust

We're disheartened creatures
Besieged by technology
Doomed to wander alone
Isolated from our selves

There is no relief, no saviour
And so I drown unable to catch the light
All hail to blackness!
I become the night!

We are the civilized
Slaves of machinery
Running from our fate
We know that we can't win the race

We are running with bleeding feet
Always running going nowhere
We are running with broken limbs
Running on emptiness