Rejuvenation: Rewind

The epitome of our life's pride
will never walk to us
as the moment 'pride' was uttered
our sense of self runs and hides
for beasts we are, shivering
to turn off the lights when we see us
limping away from the ghosts in our eyes
the ghastly figure of us from the heart

Return to a time when everything was right
and the sad nights will shy away
revert our minds to the light before sin
and the bad wins will dry away
to dwell in the past and our souls
will cry so well it bores us all
as they can never be relived, relieved
like we never even tried to believe

For we will walk atop this molten road
to a neverending forest fire
as the world betrays the treacherous sun
blaming it for our continuous ignition
of the engines of death
of the engines that will never stop running
of the engines that explode upon contact
of the engines in our broken hearts.