Silently preying patiently on the wakeing dead
It waits for the perfect moment to make or break
You can't breach its sympathy for it is merciless
This essence is as inevitable as the rising sun

All efforts are fruitless, there is no escaping
Theres no fleeting from the twists of its nature
Try and foil its plan and you're only feeding it
Summon all reason in the world only to be foiled

Once it strikes, it chokes the truth out of you
It will blind you of meaning, and all you have
to say is "weird" never to make that connection
Never to realize that you are only a mere puppet

You are a marionette in fate's dilligent fingers
As he carries you place to place you're battered
crumbling apart from each wall he throws you in
You become time-worn, dull, and obsolete to him

Your strings are cut. Your remains are left in a box.