Cleanser

I know the thoughts you hold
We live inside our feral minds
I watched the slow decay
The fires burn us in our sleep

Darkness bleeds through and I see no truth
Can you see us? We're a faint light, a pale blue

Entropy is dying light. It's the transience of life itself
I find no relief in thoughts of eternity

Are you still listening?
Or are you just sleeping?
Heaven lies inside those who hate the world
I know you think I'm losing touch, so I guess I won't be there when you go up