A Sharp Taste of Black

Behind the shuttering madness,
Of all the people's eyes.
Been the same time forever,
Recites the same old lies.

Feel the new locomotion,
As it burns through your vein,
And its only once and forever,
That you'll ever feel pain.

You know you cannot go forwards,
And there's never a way back.
Because the only direction,
Is the sharp taste of black.

Now you're climbing a spiral,
As you watch your soul unwind.
Decline the fond invitation,
So very little inclined.

Behind the shuttering madness,
Of a people in chains,
Death is no lasting solution,
For something always remains.