Pandora

(album: Oh What The Future Holds - 2022)

Open Pandora
Open Pandora

Violent twitching towards the closing void
Through a maze of tortured pines
Where life withers as one
Broken kin, broken kind

All who tread through the oil-soaked sea
Deserve the fate of the sinking sky
Our time here is not long
Broken kin, broken kind

Hide your hells in the dirt
Where the dead define you
Hide your hells here on earth
Where death will find you

Open Pandora
Open Pandora

The curse of coercion
Two sides of a horrid mask
Distorted dependence
Loyalists to the falsest flags
Wet work on the wasteland
White washing the rubble
It's never "too many graves"
It's always "not enough shovels"

Stand in the eye of the storm
Stand in the eye of the storm
Stand in the eye of the storm
All is calm but then comes the killing

All is calm but then comes the killing

Open Pandora
Open Pandora

Too many graves
Not enough shovels
It's never "too many graves"
It's always "not enough shovels"

Hide your hells in the dirt
Where the dead define you
Hide your hells here on earth
Where death will find you

Turbines shriek
In smokestack sermons
True call to nature
The mortal burden

The mother sleeps
In the blood of the future
The dead define you
Now death will find you

A world driven by extinction
Only ends in extinction

Death will find you