A Slow Shift to a Cold Shiver

These calculations
Devoid of remorse
Slowly rotting away
The face of morality

A slow shift to a cold shiver
Eyes affixed and facing downward
Fend for yourself
While we count down our existence
The terror sets in
As our descent begins
We are one and the same
Destined to fail, destined to fade

Destined to fade

Fingers worked down to the bone
Free spirits in a closed off world
Compressed in an open wound
A dead end, a futile pursuit

The ghosts multiply
Weaved into the fabric of time
Conformity solidified
A lasting effect

These calculations devoid of remorse
Slowly rotting away the face of morality

A slow shift to a cold shiver

The terror sets in
As our descent begins
We are one and the same
Destined to fail and to fade