Song | Anxious Darwinians |
Artist | The Agonist |
Album | Prisoners |
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anxious Darwinians | |
Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought, creating before acting to stay safely at the start. | |
Textbook nebulse authentical the | |
World Order’s end. | |
But we dictate through creation just how, where and when. | |
The sound of self-severed limbs. | |
Broken joints on cold steel links. | |
Impossible havens harbor them. | |
Damp floors carve swollen skin. | |
The long-sought elusive passage keys! | |
Where once was a door, now stands a wall. | |
Concrete beds prevent digging deep. | |
Leonine threats behind bamboo stalks. | |
And anxious | |
Darwinians frantically self-analyse,too ultimately aware to trust anyone or anything alive. | |
Toxic, parasitic ideas hijack our minds. | |
Mimetically commandeered to include the suicide. | |
The privacy of experience. | |
The illusion of focus. | |
The future is anticipated memory. | |
The virulence of idea. | |
Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought creating before acting to stay safely at the start. | |
Textbook nebulse authentical the | |
World Order’s end. | |
But we dictate through creation just how, where and when | |
Vanitas on aged pages, copper violin. | |
Incumbent phrenology to drain you of your doubt. | |
Don’t call my landscape a plane, you increate egoist! | |
You’re merely a hallucination of my own | |
Atmas!Volition decides the future as the authors all agree, | |
Impatiently arranging for evolution’s recrudescence. | |
Visual receptors are undeniably unique in a closed | |
Cartesian | |
Theater, body anchored to the seat. | |
Pressuposed conclusions, methodic doubt. | |
An escaped res cogitans flees to an inter-subjective world. | |
Passive beliefs bridge the chasm, mind pregnant at birth. | |
The danger, dear empiritic is that to which | |
Narcissus succumbed, and still do, some. | |
Fountainshead, automatons. | |
To subordinates genetic interest is ultimately human! | |
Rampant self-awareness in your invisible | |
Hands means everything is fickle, subject to your shape and shade. | |
How will you, dear eremite program your semaphore? | |
Self-preservation is subject to an emotional homunculus. | |
And anxious | |
Darwinians frantically self-analyse, too ultimately aware to include the suicide. | |
Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought creating before acting to stay safely at the start. | |
Textbook nebulse authentical the | |
World Order’s end. | |
But we dictate through creation just how, where and when |
anxious Darwinians | |
Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought, creating before acting to stay safely at the start. | |
Textbook nebulse authentical the | |
World Order' s end. | |
But we dictate through creation just how, where and when. | |
The sound of selfsevered limbs. | |
Broken joints on cold steel links. | |
Impossible havens harbor them. | |
Damp floors carve swollen skin. | |
The longsought elusive passage keys! | |
Where once was a door, now stands a wall. | |
Concrete beds prevent digging deep. | |
Leonine threats behind bamboo stalks. | |
And anxious | |
Darwinians frantically selfanalyse, too ultimately aware to trust anyone or anything alive. | |
Toxic, parasitic ideas hijack our minds. | |
Mimetically commandeered to include the suicide. | |
The privacy of experience. | |
The illusion of focus. | |
The future is anticipated memory. | |
The virulence of idea. | |
Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought creating before acting to stay safely at the start. | |
Textbook nebulse authentical the | |
World Order' s end. | |
But we dictate through creation just how, where and when | |
Vanitas on aged pages, copper violin. | |
Incumbent phrenology to drain you of your doubt. | |
Don' t call my landscape a plane, you increate egoist! | |
You' re merely a hallucination of my own | |
Atmas! Volition decides the future as the authors all agree, | |
Impatiently arranging for evolution' s recrudescence. | |
Visual receptors are undeniably unique in a closed | |
Cartesian | |
Theater, body anchored to the seat. | |
Pressuposed conclusions, methodic doubt. | |
An escaped res cogitans flees to an intersubjective world. | |
Passive beliefs bridge the chasm, mind pregnant at birth. | |
The danger, dear empiritic is that to which | |
Narcissus succumbed, and still do, some. | |
Fountainshead, automatons. | |
To subordinates genetic interest is ultimately human! | |
Rampant selfawareness in your invisible | |
Hands means everything is fickle, subject to your shape and shade. | |
How will you, dear eremite program your semaphore? | |
Selfpreservation is subject to an emotional homunculus. | |
And anxious | |
Darwinians frantically selfanalyse, too ultimately aware to include the suicide. | |
Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought creating before acting to stay safely at the start. | |
Textbook nebulse authentical the | |
World Order' s end. | |
But we dictate through creation just how, where and when |
anxious Darwinians | |
Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought, creating before acting to stay safely at the start. | |
Textbook nebulse authentical the | |
World Order' s end. | |
But we dictate through creation just how, where and when. | |
The sound of selfsevered limbs. | |
Broken joints on cold steel links. | |
Impossible havens harbor them. | |
Damp floors carve swollen skin. | |
The longsought elusive passage keys! | |
Where once was a door, now stands a wall. | |
Concrete beds prevent digging deep. | |
Leonine threats behind bamboo stalks. | |
And anxious | |
Darwinians frantically selfanalyse, too ultimately aware to trust anyone or anything alive. | |
Toxic, parasitic ideas hijack our minds. | |
Mimetically commandeered to include the suicide. | |
The privacy of experience. | |
The illusion of focus. | |
The future is anticipated memory. | |
The virulence of idea. | |
Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought creating before acting to stay safely at the start. | |
Textbook nebulse authentical the | |
World Order' s end. | |
But we dictate through creation just how, where and when | |
Vanitas on aged pages, copper violin. | |
Incumbent phrenology to drain you of your doubt. | |
Don' t call my landscape a plane, you increate egoist! | |
You' re merely a hallucination of my own | |
Atmas! Volition decides the future as the authors all agree, | |
Impatiently arranging for evolution' s recrudescence. | |
Visual receptors are undeniably unique in a closed | |
Cartesian | |
Theater, body anchored to the seat. | |
Pressuposed conclusions, methodic doubt. | |
An escaped res cogitans flees to an intersubjective world. | |
Passive beliefs bridge the chasm, mind pregnant at birth. | |
The danger, dear empiritic is that to which | |
Narcissus succumbed, and still do, some. | |
Fountainshead, automatons. | |
To subordinates genetic interest is ultimately human! | |
Rampant selfawareness in your invisible | |
Hands means everything is fickle, subject to your shape and shade. | |
How will you, dear eremite program your semaphore? | |
Selfpreservation is subject to an emotional homunculus. | |
And anxious | |
Darwinians frantically selfanalyse, too ultimately aware to include the suicide. | |
Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought creating before acting to stay safely at the start. | |
Textbook nebulse authentical the | |
World Order' s end. | |
But we dictate through creation just how, where and when |