Arteries Unto Ruin II Lyrics

Amidst the desolation, one may also be tempted to elevate oneself as the isolated zenith of reality. To erect an idol of yourself and your potential, carving your own crusade through the suffocating wilderness. Now, in a changing of tides, divinity is made in man's own image. You endeavour to reconstruct yourself and the world in accordance to your percieved will, bowing to none and answering to none. Who shall dictate morality but thyself? Who shall dictate value but thyself? Initiate actualisation! But alas, as you strive towards 'Man as God', how you tremble beneath that inescapable burden. As you drink from the well of self-aggrandisement, did you truly expect to evade the twin-headed leviathan of delusion and madness? You brazenly soar - obtuse to the softening wax in your newfound wings. There is only one offering of appeasement - your complete self - but you are arrogantly reluctant. This assumption of divinity also carries a hidden ire towards your fellow wanderers of the desert, for embracing their shackles and painting them gold. You call it fuel, yet it is you that burns. Ultimately, you crumble under the weight. Falling expectedly short of the unattainable promise set before yourself, you succumb to the will to nothingness. 'All is without meaning!' you proclaim, as just yet another self-appointed prophet, poised with certainty in your grand realisation. In your abandonment of the θεία ουσία through the terror of apophasis, you have meagrely attempted to fill its place; and in doing so you fail to honour your mortality. You have forgotten death! From this ignorance - and how you bask in the soothing numbness of utter despondency - you forfeit meaning. Assuaged, you fall abjectly downwards into the endless chasm of dejection, ripped limb from limb on the jagged crags of Satan's jaws... for man cannot exist for long, truly alone.