Parallel Lines

Who fired first?
And which games of war get submerged?
What is steel or the mechanism of death
Compared to the hand that wields it?
The good things blink out one by one
And the thrill of the hunt becomes that which leads
The ever nodding heads direct to armageddon
Parallel lines
With the advantage of time
A bitter world begins to sprawl
A race to extinction and be the first against the wall
White flame of pure hatred
From the sewer to the grave
The unseen hands of a vengeful god
Reach out from death's womb begot
And the apparatus keeps clicking
Parallel lines
With the advantage of time
A bitter world begins to sprawl
A race to extinction and be the first against the wall
Parallel lines
Grind against the crust of time
Parallel lines
In the prime to live and die