[00:55.10] A species had been armed with a double edged blade
[01:03.35] A guardless weapon of delusion
[01:14.60] Forged of a mirage of inherent transcendence
[01:22.35] In the tangled mechanisms of life itself
[01:37.35] As the curtain is being unraveled
[01:45.35] The ego writhes in a spasm of insight
[01:55.60] Delighted gods grunt like pigs
[02:04.35] At the mere notion of a raison d'etre
[02:10.10] From the gardens of semiramis
[02:16.35] To the trenches of ypres
[02:21.35] A meaningless uproar
[02:48.60] Sublime truths are revealed
[02:57.35] In the hammering of hobnailed jackboots
[03:08.10] And there's wisdom to be found
[03:16.35] In the shameful epitaphs of cowards
[03:22.60] From the gardens of semiramis
[03:28.35] To the trenches of ypres
[03:32.10] From the grounds of comitium
[03:37.10] To the cellars of tuol sleng
[03:41.60] From the spores of presence
[03:46.85] And a swarm of pest
[03:51.86] Unto the ironies of being
[04:00.60] Falling hopes whip the ground
[04:09.10] Among laments of sunken millennia
[04:19.35] There are no paths to follow
[04:26.35] But a nightmare of endless repetition
[00:00.00] Those who peruse the annals of humanity
[00:00.00] Demanding patterns, connections, developments
[00:00.00] Were there any to be found?
[00:00.00] And was it sapience indeed that kept pushing this broken cart?
[00:00.00] The wonders
[00:00.00] The misery
[00:00.00] The ascent
[00:00.00] The emptiness
[00:00.00] Falling hopes whip the ground
[00:00.00] Among laments of sunken millennia
[00:00.00] There are no paths to follow
[00:00.00] But a nightmare of endless repetition
