Spoils

And now with the art of casting names upon its being The humans claimed dominion over every living fucking thing Proud as a purpose they became to walk the earth As they arraigned the common creatures Caught within the corpus, cursed, conscious human brain x2 Every word that's 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 x2 Language is the heart's lament A weak attempt to circumvent the loneliness inherent In the search for permanence Like all the future ghosts who scratch their names in wet cement Demeaning meaning as they shout out at the emptiness x2 Abstraction is the stake between the animal and animus Deflesh the word as scourge of human destiny Behold the world in other people, life is charity --- Spoils - Protest the Hero