Script For Escapism

Sarea

Gods and men, conquerors and slaves 
Technology is the future, building the end 
Man is a puppet whose future shall be dust 
While written and as you read, we are aware 

The shortest straws are from endless piles 
Reality and imagination walk the same path 

Fools enslaved themselves in wish 
Boundaries and chains (are for the weak) 

The future, brightness turns to grey 
One mind will decide, before wealth we will obey 
Wings to the makers, fire of the will 
Those who live in pray, silently they'll fade 

The shortest straws are from endless piles 
Reality and imagination walk the same path 

Fools enslaved themselves in wish 
Boundaries and chains (are for the weak) 

All of us are sinners, entering our last room 
Halfway to afterlife, before the end begins