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Testo Age Of Excuse I
Testo Age Of Excuse I
A species had been armed with a double edged blade
A guardless weapon of delusion
Forged of a mirage of inherent transcendence
In the tangled mechanisms of life itself
As the curtain is being unraveled
The ego writhes in a spasm of insight
Delighted gods grunt like pigs At the mere notion of a raison d'etre
From the gardens of Semiramis
To the trenches of Ypres
A meaningless uproar
Sublime truths are revealed
In the hammering of hobnailed jackboots
And there's wisdom to be found
In the shameful epitaphs of cowards
From the gardens of Semiramis
To the trenches of Ypres
From the grounds of Comitium
To the cellars of Tuol Sleng From the spores of presence
And a swarm of pests
Unto the ironies of being
Falling hopes whip the ground
Among laments of sunken millennia
There are no paths to follow
But a nightmare of endless repetition
Those who peruse the annals of humanity
Demanding patterns, connections, developments
Were there any to be found?
And was it sapience indeed that kept pushing this broken cart?
The wonders
The misery
The ascent
The emptiness
Falling hopes whip the ground
Among laments of sunken millennia
There are no paths to follow
But a nightmare of endless repetition
A guardless weapon of delusion
Forged of a mirage of inherent transcendence
In the tangled mechanisms of life itself
As the curtain is being unraveled
The ego writhes in a spasm of insight
Delighted gods grunt like pigs At the mere notion of a raison d'etre
From the gardens of Semiramis
To the trenches of Ypres
A meaningless uproar
Sublime truths are revealed
In the hammering of hobnailed jackboots
And there's wisdom to be found
In the shameful epitaphs of cowards
From the gardens of Semiramis
To the trenches of Ypres
From the grounds of Comitium
To the cellars of Tuol Sleng From the spores of presence
And a swarm of pests
Unto the ironies of being
Falling hopes whip the ground
Among laments of sunken millennia
There are no paths to follow
But a nightmare of endless repetition
Those who peruse the annals of humanity
Demanding patterns, connections, developments
Were there any to be found?
And was it sapience indeed that kept pushing this broken cart?
The wonders
The misery
The ascent
The emptiness
Falling hopes whip the ground
Among laments of sunken millennia
There are no paths to follow
But a nightmare of endless repetition
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