Feeding the withered machine
And its wasted means
A sombre plight, a writ of right
Absence of light
Receding are our vaults of wisdom
In this state
An abysmal vision
A result of our clouded sight

Broken is the wheel
A guilty man’s appeal
Terra Mater will not kneel
As we plummet towards the end

There is no hope
There is no future here
Inception

You’ll find no life
You’ll find no solace here
Inception

Meadows barren
Bereft of life
The path of the Great Auk
It will guide the way to oblivion
Candid extinction

She will not kneel
As we plummet towards the end