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 еlimination eliminating everything wе 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 throughout 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