A Cult of the Irrational Lyrics

There is no truth; no absolute state of affairs - no "thing-in-itself"

This is Nihilism. This is the irrational

Dismantling, re-arranging, rootless, discontinuous

Waiting for a new revelation to be given

The reality worldview we once had is demolished

Feelings of meaningless – of insignificance

Can the human soul be redeemed

What is truth

The truths of our age are only relative truths

They are the 'truths' propagated to the masses

Through the mainstream media

The current age has no assembly of knowledge or authority of truth

Everything is relative. Everything is in flux

The concept of Truth is poked and prodded

Defined, redefined, and reinterpreted

Truth can no longer stand alone

Truth is what lies inside you and me

We can be our own truths

Everything that was once scorned as unholy, forbidden, contemptible

All these flowers now bloom on the most enchanting paths of truth

Where is the goal – the significance

It is inside the you and me

The world is in an existential crisis

You are your own world

A landscape of jargon, jingles, and memes

We are within an Age of Absurdity

In a world where the absurd and irrational reigns

Meaning, significance, and purpose all lose out

It is a time when things fall apart because

There is no longer any centre to hold them together

I'm trying to navigate the landscape of the absurd

There is neither up nor down, right nor wrong, true nor false

Because there is no longer any common centre

We are coming face-to-face with our own incoherency

What are the Questions

Fewer people are asking the ultimate questions

Even fewer are seeking the answers

In a fast-food world of temporary satisfactions without stability

There is a lack of authenticity

The authentic and genuine gets replaced by the reproduction and the artificial

The concept of Truth is poked and prodded

Defined, redefined, and reinterpreted

Truth can no longer stand alone

Truth is what lies inside you and me

We can be our own truths

Everything that was once scorned as unholy, forbidden, contemptible

All these flowers now bloom on the most enchanting paths of truth

Without this grounding of the genuine and authentic

An inner disquiet creeps in

A time for gurus, magicians, and phony prophets

People retreat from the malaise of restlessness

Technique and precision become the new tools

A nihilist transformation of the earth by machines

Standardization, automation, and dehumanization

The reduction of the individual to the automaton

A collective fuelled and ruled by data

Authenticity is being replaced by replication

You will always be real for me

Within my body, you are Real