I cast aside all but logic once more And hope to make sense of this reality Set one foot in the mind of the mind-whore Ego death: truth skeleton key Fathomless depths of lucidity Inheriting new dimensions As thought is the mould of perceptivity In the cosmic sea, tides void of prehension
How can we hope to discern truth with our eyes when we're in a visionless universe? Strain your mind, theorize a “how”, comprehend our place, now you fathom the greatest curse
The severing of oneself from conceptualized time Impossible perhaps, just ‘til the knell does chime Won't everything be recycled in infinite paradigm? Or is to know hopeless, infinite wall to climb?
Inconsequential; I've long since accepted Despair passed then came vexation At uncertainty itself being certain One of few guarantees like cessation Yeah, we've all heard “life is but a dream” But, one so immersive, it might as well be For all that exists: merely ideation's glean And this consciousness is the anomaly
How can we hope to discern truth with our eyes when we're in a visionless universe? Strain your mind, theorize a “how”, comprehend our place, now you fathom the greatest curse
Life rusts away with each moment Temporary cog in our temporal machine A cruel place for sentience For the skeleton queen hasn't bones to pick clean In our race to comprehend their marrow Blind to the fact that the bones were always hollow For there's a “how” but there's never been a “why” Our universe knows not, and so we follow Our sciences: products of will to bare our eyes To that which simply is The statement's brevity reflects that of our lives' Verbosity useless The most lamentable design Too cognizant of our pitiless master Who lent me her ear for my deepest questions But deaf all along, she's the cruelest of bastards
So immense, our capacity for knowledge Boundless potential inevitably wasted To die with curiosity unsatisfied's our pledge Concludes the dream, we've already faced it
Death always has been hard to grasp For how can we grasp what does not exist? These psyches have outgrown their singular task Yet every cosmos of thought shall soon be dismissed So complex, can't comprehend itself Where this is all emphatically anomalous Purpose, like life, always was our illusion Futility in lungs of a breathing necropolis Now aligned with reality Our thoughts dwell in it, but absolutely nothing can they change And while to us, it's a damn shame To our master, a beginning is an ending prearranged Indifferent through lack of consciousness And yet, here we are, the sentient and perceptive Natural intelligence has proved itself unfair As the greatest curse is the gift of perspectiveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
