Spectrums

Become your ways. See as I see for now it's too late for all of you
The self-thriving human of Earth, he will always take
No matter what’s at the end
To see the first cell before ruin
What a tragic moment that would surely be
To witness the end of pure beauty
A ruination of harmony
Into infinite spectrums we are flowing
No need for time
We flow as space

Just the end of another poor existence that thought it could learn the ways
Mankind was doomed from the start
We’ll never see the day
It shall never be
Our corpses charred
Afloat in a dead sea
Waves of failure rising and churning
A vast skyline of history to be repeated (again and again)
Truths made by the blind hide your own perspective
Only now, these things don’t exist
A ruination of harmony