Thrown Into The Sun — Misery Index

In the name of gods You prey on desperately like a parasite Here lies the consequence

Six billion arms around me in sweet denial

With burden to bear Atlas recoiling in terror

6 billion arms around me destined to wake

Light dims on civilization Gathered 'round dying embers and with a steady hand long last we're thrown into the sun

Spiraling, Cataclyst deafening, down to this

ascending, world in tow telling all, eternal woe

throw it all, make me strong never right, never wrong

one and all alive disposed