Arteries Unto Ruin I Lyrics

Acknowledge now the shrines you have molded out of briars and fæces. To the elevation of physical- ism above all else. With empiricism being the only route to gnōscō and to the prevailing consensus as your catechism. You have fabricated a cosmology reduced solely to that which you can grasp, and where all that fails to meet yesterday's doctrines are cast down. Rather than remaining a disciple to the sword, you gaze vaingloriously at the gold acquired by your forebears, growing bloated in self-exaltation. Incapable of addressing the most paramount of questions, you render it frivolous. To the pursuit of exponential convenience. The utopian ascent demands promulgating the old untruth that being ridded of mundane duties will liberate capacity for only the most meaningful endeavours. Yet instead you choose to be mollified into narcosis. Driven by utmost fear of your own reflection, abundance and ever-evolving devices of placation are sought to drown yourself with, such that you may never experience solitude again. To the sanctification of flesh. The Asklepian cult, for whom death is but the final ailment to vanquish. The harrowing uncertainty for what awaits behind the final curtain will be relinquished once and for all if it must not be passed through. The guilt of an insipid life will not be con- fronted so long as death - the great adversary - can be staved off for as long as possible; even by the way of man-machine coalescence. Ad vitam aeternam! The reduction of the Dionys- ian ethos to base hedonic weightlessness. Wholly chained to desire and led like livestock into the abattoir of your undoing, you are compelled by the most primitive and perlious of impulses without the intention of offering any sacrifice. After all, sacrifice is not required when declaring a vapid con- ception of safety and consent. You are the heedless pound of flesh! To ideology made divine. See the infatuation for im- mutable traits. Ye reincarnations of Narcissus, your mediocrity demands a doctrine of judgement based solely on that inherited by birth, upon which you build your intersecting hierarch- ies. To you, merit is one of the great heresies of our times. Instead, identity - as defined solely by the individual - is the exalted con- ception, and you attend your martyrs' execu- tions with a secret glee, for their corpses serve as stepping stones towards paradise. The aristocratic revolutionaries too are more than willing to sacrifice anything but them- selves for the advancement of their collective, be it on the battlefields of governance or even nature - for it is no secret that even the zealots of Gaia tend towards being unconsciously driven by a gnawing self-dis- gust projected outwards. The sumptuous meat of ressentiment leaves none satiated - your enemy can only ever be external, for you, O virtuous warrior, can do not wrong. Your partisan psalms will make manifest the promised land as all actions to- wards it are justified!