Age of Excuse I歌词

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[00:55.35]A species had been armed with a double edged blade
[01:03.57]A guardless weapon of delusion
[01:11.90]Forged of a mirage of inherent transcendence
[01:22.37]In the tangled mechanisms of life itself
[01:36.87]As the curtain is being unraveled
[01:45.71]The ego writhes in a spasm of insight
[01:55.80]Delighted gods grunt like pigs
[02:04.45]At the mere notion of a raison d'etre
[02:10.17]From the gardens of Semiramis
[02:15.69]To the trenches of Ypres
[02:21.57]A meaningless uproar
[02:48.81]Sublime truths are revealed
[02:57.25]In the hammering of hobnailed jackboots
[03:07.17]And there's wisdom to be found
[03:16.36]In the shameful epitaphs of cowards
[03:22.44]From the gardens of Semiramis
[03:28.76]To the trenches of Ypres
[03:31.89]From the grounds of Comitium
[03:36.26]To the cellars of Tuol Sleng
[03:41.43]From the spores of presence
[03:46.65]And a swarm of pest
[03:51.06]Unto the ironies of being
[04:00.80]Falling hopes whip the ground
[04:09.27]Among laments of sunken millennia
[04:19.16]There are no paths to follow
[04:26.34]But a nightmare of endless repetition
[05:12.56]Those who peruse the annals of humanity
[05:22.99]Demanding patterns, connections, developments:
[05:35.33]Were there any to be found?
[05:41.14]And was it sapience indeed that kept pushing this broken cart?
[06:11.55]The wonders
[06:20.98]The misery
[06:29.61]The ascent
[06:40.20]The emptiness
[06:48.39]Falling hopes whip the ground
[06:56.47]Among laments of sunken millennia
[07:06.31]There are no paths to follow
[07:15.92]But a nightmare of endless repetition
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