| Condensed debris compressed into a world | |
| Circling star cutting a path of disease | |
| Serrating our future | |
| Evolution disguised | |
| Light years isolate our faces | |
| A sentiment resounding through space | |
| A malignant beacon flickering away | |
| The universal pedigree of hate | |
| An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace | |
| We circle in silence | |
| A magnet for violence | |
| Our legacy a ballistic test | |
| Of minute impact on the face of existence | |
| Projecting polluted screams to the billions | |
| Receiving the deserved magnificent silence | |
| We are the fundamental components | |
| Of our destruction | |
| Nails raked down the chalkboard | |
| Of universal dysfunction | |
| An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace | |
| We circle in silence | |
| A magnet for violence | |
| So are we ready for the showdown | |
| As our world is ripped out of its ellipsis | |
| There is no finer flesh to fall | |
| Than the skin that drapes our empty souls | |
| Motionless a perfect disease | |
| Asymptomatic beckoning the extinction to be | |
| Genetically we are suppressed into reliving | |
| Our historic poverty until it snuffs us out |