Lletres: Darkest Hour. Undoing Ruin. Low.

injected venom sucking the life from us away for eighty days it's white
noise just white noise staying awake for the music's sake they say they
listen but never hear a thing mass deception illusion deception we say
they listen to white noise can this really be our time are we found to
find the line dissillusion me again can we really be the only ones who see
this charade the meaning is fleeting all these egos competing searching
for an identity through the series of misleading disillusion me again