Fractal Machine - Cassandra's Syndrome

A hollow sound... The stars go black... A single feeling... No turning back. The fault lines break beneath our feet, a world in slow decay, They build their homes on hollow ground and turn their eyes away. They call this madness in my head, a poison taking root! While I can see the bitter end they choke on and refute. This world is burning, choked by lies, I watch the embers rise! I scream until my voice is dead against these vacant skies. This prophet's curse, this godless ache, to watch their system break! Each dying star, a burning stain. They close their eyes and curse my name. My dreams are filled with burning streets, of cities turned to dust, A crimson sun, a dying judge on empires built of rust. I wake in sweat, the silence screams, this knowledge is a blight, We stand upon the precipice, there's nowhere left to fight. This world is burning, choked by lies, I watch the embers rise! I scream until my voice is dead against these vacant skies. This prophet's curse, this godless ache, to watch their system break! Each dying star, a burning stain. They close their eyes and curse my name. My soul is not enough to prove these visions are a lie. My life is not enough to stop the moment that we die. This world is burning, choked by lies, I watch the embers rise! I scream until my voice is dead against these vacant skies. This prophet's curse, this godless ache, to watch their system break! Each dying star, a burning stain. They close their eyes and curse my name. An ember... The silence... The ash... And nothing more... Just the hollow sound of the end.