Endowed with the art of casting names upon its being The humans claimed dominion over every living thing
Proud as a purpose they became to walk the earth As they arraigned the common creatures Caught within the corpus, cursed, conscious human brain
Every word that’s ever written will fall short of its intent Even sung or spoke or screamed, they will betray what they have meant
They will betray what they have meant
Language is the heart’s lament A weak attempt to circumvent the loneliness inherent In the search for permanence
Like all the future ghosts who scratch their names in wet cement Demeaning meaning as they shout out at the emptiness
Abstraction is the stake between the anima and animus Deflesh the word as scourge of human destiny Behold the world in other people, life is charity Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
