Camera of the history

Motionless on the floor
Staring at the clock
Only our hands are spinning
'Til no souls are left anymore
We are not advancing
As we know that's only the countdown to a reset
A reset of everything for the fuck-ups we have done to the same earth on which we were born

From the years of making effort
We were only hiding, erasing traces of every threat we were too weak to face
So it was only a matter of time until the breakdown
Until we had to get rid of everything to forget in the terror of losing
In the terror of remembering what we had been taught the hard way
It's kindly waiting

No word can lift this hopeless musk
Because in the same mouth we were too dependent on our imagination
As everyone knew we couldn't consume with only us praying for it
Yet we were still too powerless to satisfy our greed
In the end we became sacrifices of our own experiment of those never ending slaughters

So while we are snapping dead bones to thrust into each other's eyes
For a piece of wet bark chipping which received yesterday's miracle drop of the cry
Hearing the cue, we together turn to the camera for the last picture of our smile
Forever living in the history of another new born society
We cannot care less anyway