And now with the art of casting names upon its being

The humans claimed dominion over every living fucking thing



Proud as a purpose they became to walk the earth

Caught within the corpus, cursed, conscious human brain x2



Every word that's ever written will fall short of its intent

Even sung or spoke or screamed, they will betray what they have meant



They will betray what they have meant x2



Language is the heart's lament

A weak attempt to circumvent the loneliness inherent

In the search for permanence



Like all the future ghosts who scratch their names in wet cement

Demeaning meaning as they shout out at the emptiness x2 



Abstraction is the stake between the animal and animus

Deflesh the word as scourge of human destiny

Behold the world in other people, life is charity