Texty: Protest the Hero. Fortress. Spoils.

Endowed with the art of casting
Names upon its beings
The humans claimed dominion
Over every living fucking thing

Proud as purpose
As they became to walk the earth
As they arraigned the common creatures

Caught within the corpus
Cursed, conscious human brain
Caught within the corpus
Cursed, conscious human brain

Every word ever written
Will fall short of its intent
Even sung or spoke or screamed
They will betray what they have meant

They will betray what they have meant
They will betray what they have meant

Language is the heart's lament
A weak attempt to circumvent
The loneliness
Inherent in the search for permanence

All the future ghosts
Who scratch their names in wet cement
Demeaning meaning as they shout out at the emptiness
Demeaning meaning as they shout out at the emptiness

Abstraction's the stake between the anima and animus
De-flesh the word scourge of human destiny
Behold the world in other people, life is clarity