Towards a Futile Existence Lyrics

We know what we're running to

And still we keep up the incessant pace

Won't lose face

As our holocaust of factory farms lines the burning hills

Little bird

Fly on, fly on

Towards the bleak sky we have gifted you

I don't envy your wings anymore

Victim to the smog of our self effacement

Unwitting recruit you are inducted

As we pave the way

To the future

Navigating the landscape of grief

Monotonous mediocracy of the mundane

Was it worth this

Syncopated misery and despair

The grandeur of profound memories

Are a footnote in the tome of a niche narrative

Never written

For the tongue cannot decipher

The arc of Noah sailing through Styx

And the infernal rains pour upon us

A cancer concealed within

Without knowledge we walk

This path paved in shattered souls

Of those who lived a life unfulfilled

And yet we walk

With despair in our hearts

Towards a Futile Existence

Pulled me under

Torn asunder

Won't give an inch back of what we've taken

We're drowning at our own hands

We walk towards a futile existence

Concrete souls

Discrete control

Puppets of our own creation

Strings tangled in self-obsession

Fixed painted smiles crease tighter and tighter

All the while the stage burns around us

The stage burns

From the branches of Yggdrasil I hang

With a noose knotted with cold hands

Staring out into the abyss within me

One eye open

Perceiving the objective with tarnished malice

In this age

Thought is vomited out by the meek

Through impulse for instant gratification

From minds of those who are weak

And we allow it with blindfolds and chains

To breed misery and contempt

Until the individual is murdered by the mob

In hatred

In disdain