Ecophagy Songtext
von Origin

Far too late, we′re past the tipping point
Well aware of our own wounds festering
Insatiable, need to tear through

Create fractions of what's consumed, unsustained
Helplessly trapped in feedback loops
Overcome with anhedonic bliss

Transcendence beyond the simulacra, negation of being
Consciousness, consuming without end, exist in the spheres of
Spontaneous, lack of continuity, amongst indefinite space
Fully aware of unravelling tendrils throughout the stars

Carry on, process of elimination, eliminating everything we know
The ground beneath our feet, the air we breathe
Lords of all that we survey anointed
With a crown of black lungs, dominion is destitute

Abdicate, abandoning our home, find another
Self replicating mammalian poison
Far too late, incapable of progress, this is our end
This is our end


Transcendence beyond the simulacra, negation of being
Consciousness, consuming without end, exist in the spheres of
Spontaneous, lack of continuity, amongst indefinite space
Fully aware of unravelling tendrils throughout the stars

Superstitious, belief there ever was a chance
Now reflecting on the gross error of our ways
Technology is a false confident reprieve
Escape our fate, escape this place

The collective will to live is our most self-defeating trait
Instead of quietly casting ourselves into the abyss
Devour and move on, devour and move on
Oblivious to our fate, gospel of extinctionist covenant

Heretics of grand design
An affront of what′s to come
The stars reel in disgust at watching our diaspora
Humanity has long since worn out our welcoming

Infertile desolate
Landscape unfurls, the last of our options
We've seen it before, barren and unforgiving
Hostile extremes, this world wants our misery
Proof in the bones of those who came before


Scratch at the stones and breathe in acridity
Wither away tortured, justifiably
The persistence of our existence
Fades to obscurity

We are abhorred across eternity
Oncoming plague, a blight that should not be
Our rapid ascent, painful anomaly
Matched only by how quickly we fall

Scratch at the stones and breathe in acridity
Wither away tortured, justifiably
The persistence of our existence
Fades to obscurity