Darkest days upon us, fuck those who resist against the natural order. Indulgence will only take you so far by far unnoticed, skeletons underground speak without words spoken. Bondages of green, tranquil plains to nurture, shrines built for no one, decrowned god split into many. Utopia seen through eyes of greedy, a mirage keeping empires alive, half-asleep the rest dreams strange, unknown that they're dying.