Culture was the seed of proliferation but it has gotten melded
Into an inharmonic whole
Into an inharmonic whole
Consciousness has plagued us and we can not shake it
Though we think we're in control
Though we think we're in control

Questions that besiege us in life
Are testament
Of our helplessness

"There's no vestige of a beginning,
No prospect of an end" Hutton, 1795
When we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah!

Time is so rock solid in the minds of the hoards, but they can't
Explain why it should slip away
Eexplain why it should slip away
History and future are the comforts of our curiosity, but here we are
Rooted in the present day
Rooted in the present day

Questions that besiege us in life
Are testament
Of our helplessness

"There's no vestige of a beginning,
No prospect of an end" Hutton, 1795
When we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah!
If you came to conquer you'll be king for a day
But you too will deteriorate & quickly fade away
And believe these words you hear
When you think your path is clear

We have no control
We have no control
We have no control
We do not understand
You have no control
You are not in command!
You have no control
We have no control
No control
No control
You have no control