Pro-Dissonance [Cyanotic]

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