The Mercy Cage - The Industries lyrics

The artificial closeness One always covets The string he tied unravelled The act evolving Bound together by this Surreal thing of exotic fiction Denied the process Where do we go from here? [step inside the industries] Embrace static screams Free-formed, rushing forward This is the meaning Of the end times The lie uncovered Bursts through the other side of fate Flails away at the certainty I will not follow... Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here? I see my ministry My flock, clean slate is spread before me I see my ministry This vision of the end of everything [where do we go from here?] I've seen my ministry My flock of sheep is spread before me I've seen my ministry This vision of the end of everything [where do we go from here?]