Stare in the face of this humanity;nFrantic beings searching for their immortality.nHear the rage of the ending callnAnd fight for life in the war on death.nPerpetual WarnnFightnReplenish mortal formnReplaced with an artificial one.nAn illusion of continuancenLife sustained only to be consumed.nnStrive to see the end of a mortal plague,nOnly to be defeated again.nDiscover cures, alter destinynIncubation of doom.nMuch more aggressivelynBurns in the fear of their passing on.nDescent to darken oblivionnTo withstand the course of time,nIs to deny the very fact that we die.nnRegression into the hands of disease we resistnFools imploring their Gods for regrets.nPray to idols for their sanitynYet ultimately reach submission.nInto the hands of death we detestnSo surgery is performed.nOpen flesh for alterationnTo preserve our being.nPawns in perpetual war we engage.nnStare in the face of this humanitynFrantic beings searching for their immortality.nHear the rage of the ending callnAnd fight for life in the perpetual war.nThe passion for the fleshnAnd the burning desire we have to exist.nObserve the weakness of our entitynAnd in the quest for matternBecome a casualty.nnFightnReplenish mortal formnReplaced with an artificial one.nAn illusion of continuancenLife sustained only to be consumed.