Titanium

On this violent ground, corpses surround
Buried alive without a thought
The tension is seen as if in a dream
But the truth has still remained unsought

Hit the flatline
Life gone out
The sands of time are ticking away
And in this strange light minds are dull
No one ever shows us the way

Eye to eye the project has ceased
To some extent we understand
Inventing the form
Confusion is born
The chaos is spread across the land
Now crossing the line, we cannot define
Subconsciousness is killed on the rack
This great spectacle, invention in full
The shape is lost, to never come back