Create The Infinite Lyrics - Enemies Of Reality - Nevermore

Listen and I'll tell you the story of our end 

Equate the calculation, salvation's fucking dead 

Learn the lesson quickly 

The enemies of reality bring the sickness 

Of cleansing genius 

What are we but men without eyes? 

Swimming through the poison of design 

Create the infinite and expand the question 

Count to number seven 

Your day of rest creates infection, your imperfection 

What are we but men without eyes? 

Swimming through the poison of design 

The waves ran as the storm came 

The lightning in the distance signaled the coming crushing days 

The sky was brooding and beautiful 

And the gulls sailed like recycled fragile entities 

The waves bled as the storm changed 

In the cold embrace of the unknown 

Not even blood could bring us warmth 

There is no future shock 

There is no god 

There is no fashionable deliverance 

What are we but men without eyes? 

Swimming through the poison of design 

What are we but men without eyes? 

Swimming through the poison of design