On our knees
Within this vessel
Not but slaves
Hands worn to the bone
On borrowed time
Digging to find the answer
To your question
Buried beneath chains
At the end of your reins
Keep digging with
Occam’s Razor
No peace in the trenches.
In the shadows of your sentinels
The children of children slaves, born
with one purpose
Simple and defined;
Wait in line ‘til you die
Scrape away the Earth’s
festering surface
It’s there, just dig
The same holes as your kin
A century gone
Between the cracks for all time
the weak seek the divine
Keep cutting with
Occam’s Razor
No peace in the trenches.
In the shadows of your sentinels
I never could remember the places of days past.
Are you near?
I never could remember the faces of days past.
Are you still here?
Within our nightmares
You seek for hope where,
The system failed you
Will not avail you
You’ll keep on searching
While my corpse is burning
My only joy in your constant fear
You rule over me, and all that you see
But you’ll spend your whole life, seeking gods
As you blacken the skies, nothing satisfies
your pawns will never find the answer
My Life
In Vain
Wasted
Searching
And now she is gone
With all I have longed for--buried
in the trenches
your fear will live on
‘til the final dawn
Keep digging with Occam’s Razor
Occam's Razor

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