Monuments to Vanity Lyrics

Unstoppably it’s marching
with a risen razor
through the threads
of futile, existence

concrete monuments to vanity
soak up the pungent smell of the end
Time trembles and cracks
the abyss is widely open

Molten sand from clock
flows into dead fields
landscape undulates
under the weight of finality

Snake swallows his own tail
maliciously injected
poison into himself
You can not run from yourself.

Same circle
and again
and again
and again
now for the last time