The Greatest Curse Lyrics

I cast aside all but logic once more

And hope to make sense of this reality

Set one foot in the mind of the mind-whore

Ego death: truth skeleton key

Fathomless depths of lucidity

Inheriting new dimensions

As thought is the mould of perceptivity

In the cosmic sea, tides void of prehension

How can we hope to discern truth

With our eyes when we're in a visionless universe?

Strain your mind, theorize a "how"

Comprehend our place, now you fathom the greatest curse

The severing of oneself from conceptualized time

Impossible perhaps, just 'til the knell does chime

Won't everything be recycled in infinite paradigm?

Or is to know hopeless, infinite wall to climb?

Inconsequential; I've long since accepted

Despair passed then came vexation

At uncertainty itself being certain

One of few guarantees like cessation

Yeah, we've all heard "life is but a dream"

But one so immersive, it might as well be

For all that exists: merely ideation's glean

And this consciousness is the anomaly

How can we hope to discern truth

With our eyes when we're in a visionless universe?

Strain your mind, theorize a "how"

Comprehend our place, now you fathom the greatest curse

Life rusts away with each moment

Temporary cog in our temporal machine

A cruel place for sentience

For the skeleton queen hasn't bones to pick clean

In our race to comprehend their marrow

Blind to the fact that the bones were always hollow

For there's a "how" but there's never been a "why"

Our universe knows not, and so we follow

Our sciences: products of will to bare our eyes

To that which simply is

The statement's brevity reflects that of our lives'

Verbosity useless

The most lamentable design

Too cognizant of our pitiless master

Who lent me her ear for my deepest questions

But deaf all along, she's the cruellest of bastards

So immense, our capacity for knowledge

Boundless potential inevitably wasted

To die with curiosity unsatisfied is our pledge

Concludes the dream, we've already faced it

Death always has been hard to grasp

For how can we grasp what does not exist?

These psyches have outgrown their singular task

Yet every cosmos of thought shall soon be dismissed

So complex, it can't comprehend itself

Where this is all emphatically anomalous

Purpose, like pain, always was our illusion

Futility in lungs of a breathing necropolis

Now aligned with reality

Our thoughts dwell in it, but absolutely nothing can they change

And while to us, it's a damn shame

To our master, a beginning is an ending prearranged

Indifferent through A lack of consciousness

And yet, here we are, the sentient and perceptive

Natural intelligence has proved itself unfair

As the greatest curse is the gift of perspective