Obsidian Lyrics

The defect of human nature

Makes one a ruthless creature

Standing tall in pride and scorn

Gazing from high above sky

Rock hard surface

A skin of glass

Husk filled with no remorse

No sense of right and wrong

A man

The disgrace

The mistake

The fault of god

Miscalculation in creation

Of the perfect kind

Unsuccessful experiment

Bringing no good

To life

Intentions dark

The soul is black

A human like

Obisidian

Post-Organic misconception

Occupies the throne

Bruised his race

Of weak flesh and bones

Behaviour of maniacal mechanism

A frantic animal

Spasm-like seizures

Caused by circuit implants

And artificial mucous

Forced into his body

Replacing all tissue

Slowly modifying

Altering his fragile corpse

Life-sustain override

Disconnected from the circuit of ungodly machine

Independent organism now created

Restored to functional state of life

Fear of the ancient folk

Now marching freely in this world

With desire to devour the weak and bold

To absorb the the light

To feed on the sky

To inhale the fumes of life

To ingest the whole of the society

The dark annihilator

Shadow man of stone

His soul is black

Intensions dark

A human like

Obisidian