In Times of Doom

Wisdom of the crowd dressed in fear Deep in the midst of a grim reaping balm Where the blind lead the blind On the way to eternal night No wonder you feel sick inside Is there a place to hide? Dissolved in times of doom! Striving through infinity Forlorn in endless tranquillity Dissonant society Sighs of misgivings All hope going down the drain Bewildered masses in panic! Manic blurred existence Crawls out of the ground Seeping through the layers of innocence Down, down Down, down deep to the pounding heart of guilt! Wisdom of the crowd dressed in fear Deep in the midst of a grim reaping balm Where the blind lead the blind On the way to eternal night No wonder you feel sick inside Is there a place to hide? Dissolved in times of doom! Dissonant society Sighs of misgivings All hope going down the drain Dissolved in times of doom!

Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 09, 2026