The Verge

Limitations in manners nailed deep within
 Spreading as internal flood
 This peak of knowledge and its corrosion
 Has turned the survivors into their own victims 

Constant progress in escaping alive
 Is degradation of regret
 By the time they would deviate
 A state seen as an ill vision has become the essence 

Discarding the future, discarding senses
 Raising barriers in front of what's gone
 Beyond a mental cliff lies the chance to be
 By their own feet they'll fall 

Every stride of a thought counts another clinch
 Coming altered, not replaced
 Harsh will be the sight at the center of atrocity
 Where the edge eroded a long time ago 

It's hard to attempt when you figure out you've vanished
 The need to drop the flaws of nature
 Hard to attempt when you figure out you've vanished
 Cause of them vanquished 

Dispose of the bleak trace
 Prostration of humanity
 Dispose of the trace 

Fatal conduct the bait they're chasing
 The eye of evolution strangling the blind
 Incapable to discern themselves
 Uncontrollable creation to reproduce in reach 

It's hard to attempt when you figure out you've vanished
 The need to drop the flaws of nature
 Flaws of our nature