Cinder by Seven Graylands

We’re moving silent
We move like a serpents
This cold dead black heart we keep in a box
We keep collections
Perverse selections
The metal and the soul transcends us all
Head down, Walk proud
This human wanting
This human craving
The skin has tales of desire
Black leather
Whips
… or whatever
The sun goes red, expands, and loves us all
We turn to cinder
We turn to dust
Abiogenesis has nothing on us
We turn to cinder
We turn to dust
Half-life dead stop
They all go absent
These gods desert us
We take our paradise and do what we want
With no more futures
Remove the sutures
Open up the flesh and let it flow
Last call countdown
It’s the beginning
Of this new ending
We’re all new gods we bring rain
And lightning
And thunder
The sun goes red, expands, and loves us all
We turn to cinder
We turn to dust
Abiogenesis has nothing on us
We turn to cinder
We turn to dust
Half-life dead stop