Was there ever ground beneath our feet Or just the shape of borrowed dreams We traced the outlines of a world Defined by what we chose to see The mirrors crack without a sound The weight of ages sinking down A fading pulse beneath the skin A hollow age collapsing in We built our lives on shifting frames Named the chaos, gave it names History carved in fragile stone Yet every truth stood there alone We called it progress, called it fate Fed the machine that sealed the gate But now the static fills the air And silence answers every prayer If this is the end of all we knew Why does it feel so incomplete Reality’s end Or the first time we awaken The final breath Of a world already fading Conscious minds suspended here Between the ruins and the fear If this is closure, let it burn So something new can finally emerge Every empire leaves a stain Every cycle speaks the same A generation born to close The doors nobody dared oppose We carry echoes in our veins Fragments drifting through remains Searching through the collapsing haze For meaning beyond inherited ways Maybe the truth was never fixed Only the motion toward the next Reality’s end Or the breaking of illusion The final spark Before a different conclusion All the years we thought were real Now dissolve beneath the wheel If this horizon disappears We step beyond the dying years No gods above No perfect design Only the moment We leave behind The past dissolves The future untold A final chapter Refusing control Reality’s end And the walls begin to fracture A conscious flame Burning through the silent after Not an ending carved in stone But the fall of all we’ve known From the ashes of decline We become the next design
