culture was the seed of proliferation but it's gotten melded into an
inharmonic whole, to an inharmonic whole. consciousness has plagued
us and we cannot shake it though we think we're in control, though we
think we're in control. questions that besiege us in life are testament
of our helplessness. there's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of
an end. when we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah. time
is so rock solid in the minds of the hordes but they can't explain why
it should slip away, explain why it should slip away. history and future
are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are rooted in the present
day, rooted in the present day questions that besiege us in life are
testament of our helplessness. there's no vestige of a beginning, no
prospect of an end. when we all disintegrate it will all happen again,
yeah. if you came to conquer, you'll be king for a day, but you too will
deteriorate and quickly fade away. and believe these words you hear when
you think your path is clear... we have no control. we have no control.
we have no control, we do not understand. you have no control, you are
not in command. you have no control. we have no control. no control. no
control. you have no control. note: the "there's no vestige..." line is
from hutton, 1795. so there.
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