Gas Mask Lust - Autopsy

The gears stopped turning years ago

The rats are skeletonized

Their bones merging with the dust of machinery long since failed

Shadows are the only moving things left

Pollution and death permeate the rancid air

Like the foul and final breaths from a doom infested lung

Poison laced clouds hover in defiance of oblivion itself

True sunlight banished beneath the toxic haze

Lead-EC

Dystopian lamentations drone

In the form of deformed tendrils of radiation

Gas mask eyes are dead and cracked

Staring blankly at crushed and rusted mechanization

This is where the living cease to be

A gray and dismal monument to futility

Lead-DC

The lust for death has finally been fulfilled

Manifest destiny in a crash course with the grave

No innocence, no guilt, no ground unscorched

Man was born to be erased