Antithesis

Surround myself in the forming structures
Expanding sonance through the broken ground
I lose myself inside the waves of static
Immerse myself within the walls of sound

Dissonance is all I hear
Dissonance is all too clear

Hope is relapsing
Faith is regressing
The nails are driving into my cross
Iron wrench in the gears of progress
A present darkness washes over me

Force myself to replay all the scenes within my mind
Pointing fingers persecute the leaders of the blind