Progression.

[Fkeu'itan]

Deeply dystopian, the move to the future.
The city, criss-cross like a land solely suture.
Sick corrosive light in a world full of pain.
Solution slick tarmac, the thick acid rain.
An industry collapse, a cry lost in dark.
From form and from froth, no longer we hark.

And, you don't...

[Advent]

Very interesting, but it confused me slightly.

[Fkeu'itan]

It was actually written to be a rap, spoken over the top of Synkro's track, 'Progression', but seeing as i'm not an MC, I thought I would post it here instead.

(The track's sound itself actually gives a lot of context to the words.)

[Advent]

Oh, I see.