VII - Epistemological Rupture Songtext
von Mizmor

We perceive a god
Living to eat the heart out
That we might become like it
We observe a man
Wicked in himself
And ponder the innate
A thirst has driven us to madness
Many are the ways
Of the desperate
Labor with joy on your towers
As i tear down the high places
And bellow
Your praise turns to ash
In your mouth


And grief was the door
To my liberation
Man is equal man is one
From the wretch in the pit
To the zealot on the mountain
All are ants
Shouting at the universe
Just as foolish as we are wise
Distance is immeasurable
Answers are infinity
Prideful man must be struck down
Mourn accept again again
Humility alone shows promise
Woe to us