Ill Will Future

Just another perfect day spent in labour
Frantic ants and worms fading into black
I can’t recognize the face staring in the mirror
Guess it should be me or what I was supposed to be
I know — You are way to blind to care for
And I know — You will never realize
I want to know — When the tables gonna turn
Can’t relate to the fact we’re fading away
Can’t deceive these never-ending days
Swirling into black
So I cling to this madness calling my name
And to see right through just look in my eyes
Crawling into night
Craving for a future that never comes
Weak resistance and despair, all out frailties
Always on the run never have enough
Still corroding what I am forcing evolution
Till the end of time, I’m supposed to burn