Ruins; her drowned civilization

Hope springs eternal, even in the face of destruction

Through concious layer
That death is abstract view
We endure through suicism

Conscious stream of existence
For us to recieve the map
And form our own guideline
Through games to play with dead hosts
Your points are low, risks more
The suit powers through heart
Testing begins

Now walks along a deadly mission
That recreates the reasons for this
And life is purged through death
The source is here
Twisting the national gaps

Through active survival code
We fend on animal instinct
The source is within the core of man
to feel alive that once wasn't every breathe

Balls of despair
As numberous as the stars
The ultimate achivement in human intelligence
Can undo our drive, to feel significant
It will be your god

Basking
Through risk of oblivion
Death is the start
2nd level high
truth pierces and stings the alter form
Feelings that link, feelings that can't connect
To the source of joy, is only in rush of living

that fear crushing when fight cannot be won
And breaks into the stronger later
To it formed again, in a black laced suit
breathing the rush of the next kill

egoistical exchange