Afterdusk
Silent Planet Lyrics

First the auspices, they came dripping from the sky, set their course to the coast, black sand blazing in their eyes.
Alien creatures, called auspices, arrived from the sky and headed towards the coast, their eyes reflecting the black sand.

We woke and bore witness to a tarnished veil of gold tiny corpses line the strand, obsolescence unfolds.
We witnessed the destruction and decay caused by the aliens, with dead bodies spread out on the beach as a sign of their obsolescence.

Intravenously, hypodermic pipelines seep toxins to the sea adorning our shores with negligence.
The aliens' poisonous toxins seeped into the sea, affecting our shores with carelessness.

Suffocate, immolate - cauterize the surface. Poison dances in the sky.
The toxins floating in the air were suffocating, setting the surface on fire while the hazardous poison plays in the sky.

Walk with me. Walk with me and see our colonies breeding dystrophy. Can you feel feel the disconnect resonate, burn inside your chest? Palpitating palpitating pulse - failing heart, cardiac convulse.
Let's take a walk together and witness how our colonies breed suffering and ill-health. Can you sense the disconnect that causes chest pain, heart palpitations and convulsions?

The violence we love, it's cyclical. We rise and we fall, it's inevitable.
We tend to embrace violence which repeats itself in a cycle. We rise and fall, and it's inevitable.

Is it fatal? Is the fallout inevitable? It was all for nothing - spiraling out of control.
Is our fate certain? Is the outcome unavoidable? It feels like everything we did was for nothing, and we're losing control.

Trace the hills with your hungry eyes. Witness how, like an orphan's spine, cities protrude on the horizon line. Greed will rise and carve out the sky, blinding us to the repercussion. Pull the blood from the earth, leave a grave for your sons. Oil is the ink, fueling missiles like pens - writing oblivion.
Look closely at the hills and you'll see cities built, resembling an orphan's spine. Our greed will keep rising, blinding us from the impact. We extract resources from the earth for personal gain, leaving a lifeless planet behind. We use oil to power our weaponry, signing off on our own destruction.

This violence we love, it's cyclical. We rise and we fall, it's inevitable. The violence we love, it's cyclical. We rose just to fall.
Our love for violence will repeat itself in a recurring cycle. Just like how we rose, we will eventually fall.

I followed the harm to the site of infection: The exit wounds where we made our home. We were gorged with the earth and drunk off the seas. And now we die with the taste of decay on our tongues.
I traced the harm to where we lived and saw the aftermath of destruction. We consumed the earth and the sea, and now we face the consequences of decay as we perish.