We, the laden and uninspired
Lie dormant at the footsteps of the last day
Measured outside the dilapidated
Structure of society
Dead under a sea of waste
This is the shallow shell we've crawled inside
The warmth and comfort we'd hoped to find
The world we occupy
All is ours to taint with touch
Fading away
False hopes breed ignorance
There will come a time when simplicity shall reign again
Long after we are gone