In absentia, without sound   Attribute wisdom to a still tongue   Breathe in stale air to heal all wounds.   We see the end. We see the end.   See the same lines and where they divide   Feeds on itself. The weakness collides,   Too late for thought when it's ignored   We see the end before it begins.   Blood of ignorance continues to reign   It's automatic. The process, the gain.   On silent hands with silent demands.   We see the end. We see the end.   Procrastination is a fledgling friend.   Imperfection as a gulse.   Automation has failed again.   We see the end.