When the Dead Have Exhausted Their Powers of Deceiving

lost beneath the tides of grace
a cosmic soul crushed death embrace
that launches towards the stars a curse
to enslave mankind or maybe worse
this charades gone far too long
the dead should stay where they belong
they whisper things into our minds

so we'll regurgitate and spread thier lies
they've driven men to mental scars
with a transcendant power to deceive
their plan was wrought beyond the stars
a sanguine plan we can't conceive
like ghostly fingers dipped in blood
i've seen their horrid act complete
it surely means the end of us
it renders life obsolete
i know that we won't survive
i know now we all must die
we will fuel their machine
i've seen their plan
and it leaves this world dead
when the sun sets for the final time
and the world slips into dismal night
will you succumb to the dead
will you acknowledge them then
no one left behind to cry
to pray or mourn at your graveside
this suffering won't end
even with this world dead
lost among their lies of grace
the necrogenesis of earth's new face
these thinking dead await their task
like a corpse behind a porcelein mask
the earth will soon become a tomb
like fetus's in the earthen womb
the tides of death the plan at hand
will come to life possessing man
yet the force beyond the grave
is weaker than we ever thought
funny how the dead behave
knowing their perfect plan is not
and in spite of this i must confess
that now i see their brilliance
and their absence troubles me more than ever
but never did their presence