Anthropic Songtext
von Serocs

Not enough energy

Creeping in
Sordid little simpletons in a pile of gluttonous flesh
Whirling in a grotesque canvas
Architects of devotion and deviance
With beliefs swamped in lunacy
A castle sealed shut

Swarming in chaos and unable to fathom the madness
Forging illusions grander than thou
Spilling deeds beyond grasp
Endings traced in vivid colors
Dripping from undying growth

With opulence come fumes of decay
A scent of death to inhale anxiously
From the trees burnt out of vapid hunger
And beheaded lineages
Beheaded lineages


The gardeners of Eden
Lie below the waist of the earth
Unable to restore the plunge
Condemning the surface

Desanctify, crowning the eye
Swallowing thy lungs restlessly
With our innards alight
Lest we forget how to breathe
For when lands will exhaust
None shall know what to devour

A giant with an open mouth
Exhibits his innards
Filling them with ash
The inert perfumes his fate

Masquerading as they might
Babel towers fall and kingdoms burn
The deformed fruits of ashen vines
Drop dead and crush our dreams

Tremble and obey
As bowels of the earth convulse
And digest the hearts of feebles
Who sought the mandate of heaven


Warring in convex chambers
Deformed faces dance
Mutating their way
Into labyrinthine convulsions

Coroners of Machiavelli
Solely art in darker realms
Let them hear the cries
Of the bright broiling bodies

With buildings set aflame
All achievements crumble
And in the mist of ignition
They appear hollow
Watch it burn and consume its remains
And in the mist of ignition
The powers that be appear hollow

With buildings set aflame
All achievements crumble
And in the mist of ignition
The powers that be appear hollow

There is no use in fleeing
Such an incommensurable force
Deities, long masticated
Shall not save a single soul

By erecting pedestals
On the ceilings of the world
A fall is impending
Yet creation is irresistible

Bathing in polluted waters
We vomit the dices with which
We gamble with stolen fortunes

Fiends perched from the sky
Revel in amusing sights
Fools served on a silver plate
The order of the spineless

The scheme is intangible
Cogs spin by the thousands
Splitting limbs with delight
And blocking the arteries of life

With lutes and fiddles
Larger than life
Lacing the way to extinction
Plucking strings with unreason

Observe this monstrous invention
Observe, for this is our own
Gazing in sulfur
Fetched from lust and envy
The sins that we extract from the soil

The gardeners of Eden
Lie below the waist of the earth
Unable to restore the plunge
Condemning the surface