Text: Locked In A Vacancy. Exit The Futility Ward. Sarcophgus Inscription.

Time is the enemy
From birth we wage fierce battles
against the inevitable
Our personal expiration dates a mystery

All too often the Reaper's sickle
claims another one of our loved ones
before we can summon the breath to express just how much they mean -
how much they really mean to us

A lack of foresight? Perhaps
Yet once the earth reclaims their shell
a veritable fountain of extolations springs forth

These memories of yesterday in time will fade away

No! We won't be the victims
of this bloodletting ritual!

And we will not be the victims of your system And we will claim our freedom from this bloodletting ritual

The challenge is this: To reclaim our emotive spirit that has been cast by the wayside in lieu of contemporary stoicism, lacking the embrace of sentiment. Though frustration and ire are quickly ascertained, affection's now a stranger - how peculiar. Will we accept the challenge that has been set
before us? Will we reignite the flames?!

Ignite the flames that burn in our hearts!