The whitewash, an unseen mark in a vast reality
It creeps past its borders, infecting the souls of all pure and true
Inch by inch, it expands over the world like a tsunami
The whitewash starts to consume all
The blade of knowledge, carving information into dragon flesh
Black water flows from the opened vein
Knowledge is cut into the revolutionary's mind like a blazing inferno
But the whitewash consumes all
The hand of sadness, drowning in a sea of blue death
Its fingers writhe like the tentacles of a squid
It radiates a sort of calming hopelessness
But the whitewash consumes all
The blade of knowledge and the hand of sadness can do nothing but hope to collide
Only insignificant millimeters of space exist between this inevitability
They're so close, seconds from touching
But the whitewash consumes all
Past, present, and future
The whitewash spreads over all of existence, indiscriminately
The world plunges into the peaceful nothingness
The whitewash consumes all
