Create The Infinite — Nevermore

Listen and I'll tell you the story of our end Equate the calculation, salvation's fucking dead Learn the lesson quickly The enemies of reality bring the sickness Of cleansing genius

What are we but men without eyes? Swimming through the poison of design

Create the infinite and expand the question Count to number seven Your day of rest creates infection, your imperfection

What are we but men without eyes? Swimming through the poison of design

The waves ran as the storm came The lightning in the distance signaled the coming crushing days The sky was brooding and beautiful And the gulls sailed like recycled fragile entities

The waves bled as the storm changed In the cold embrace of the unknown Not even blood could bring us warmth

There is no future shock There is no god There is no fashionable deliverance

What are we but men without eyes? Swimming through the poison of design What are we but men without eyes? Swimming through the poison of design