Traverse back to the genesis from which we subsist
Rejoin the poets of a past so long forgotten (1)
Recount the fissure spelled out across the span of time
The chasm that binds us at the seams
The Space that fills the void in-between
Mired in the filth we call home
Crawling across a shore of perpetual progress
We've grown in stature,
The outgrowths of our development reaching toward the heavens
Taking shape, we set ourselves apart
Self-aware, now self-deceived
A product of our own success
Crafting fire toward a better end
Survived the worst and scorched the earth
Unreproved, if undesired
The pinnacle of purpose
The apex parasite of paradox
Pillaging the populations of our predecessors
But our vanity requires no appreciation
Of this proof of our insanity, which should incite our indignation,
The wholeness of humanity resting on recapitulation.
These vestiges only serve to occupy our curiosity.
Lines of code outdated by our progress
Rendered obsolete by random chance
Rendered obsolete by random chance
By random chance
But we've come to realize our own illusions
We endlessly reject what we've received
The texts all enlighten our delusions
So, we tirelessly Construct
Monuments to sate our lusts
Phantasms to quell our Existential Angst
Phantasms to quell our Existential Angst
Joined by a single haunting question
Why do we exist?!
Why do we persist?!