Lyrics:

Exiled in absentia left to
Overwhelmed undermined rot in
Carrion call to war the sun
Sigil of hell blistering soil

Crucified for ideals or less
Just like before just like before
Benevolent blasphemy usurped
Lord of the realm

Feeding the one sycophant to the rest
Gouging hierarchical prose from our history
Taming a land by the knife
A hawk among lesser birds
Plans within plans to advance
Dynamic principles
Persistent faults consequence
World that is about to fall

I am a shepherd of worms yet to come
The keeper of an ever vacant throne

We cannot win untrodden paths
We bite the hand that feeds us
With no control and no command we bow our heads in failure

Prophetic spectacles that led us on
Journeys of introspection who we are
Slaves to the processes with no control
Slaves to the processes with no control
We cannot win untrodden paths
We bite the hand that feeds us
With no control and no command we bow our heads in failure

Determinate plans fed for centuries cultivating
To wrest the power of global demand from
Indifferent mechanisms
Regardless of our intervention
The elements revolt and wipe away
Every shred of humanity just
To replace and repopulate and once again
The wheel continues to spin

In the deep chasmatic void of the mind there exists
A pervasive need to impart a logical world
But the world in which our consciousness must behold and beyond
Is an endless expanse beyond a logical core

A last thought in passing
What holds sway to nature
As his planet killed him
Was accident and error