Thränenkind The Blood on Our Hands song lyrics

I am a wanderer. Blind amidst the twisted trails of night.

In search for light you are doomed to die in darkness.

Golden are only the reflections of the sinking sun

In the windows of their postmodern concrete caskets.

Gigantic monsters cough blackest death

Self created downfall - a cynical cycle

Utilitarian sickness within us all

The pillars of our society

Bow down to the new gods

Wires wrapped around our necks

Send your prayers to the heavens

Wait for their response and despair.

Mental regression - social suicide

Toxic depression - global ecocide

We breath with cancer in our lungs.

We'll die with plastic in our mouths.