The Norms That Author the Self Render the Self Substitutable by Jute Gyte Lyrics
The norms
That author the self
Render
The self
Substitutable
The lie
We need
In order to live
Dooms us
To a life that is never really ours
Every drive
Is beset by foreignness
Self-discovery
Stale and complete
Proves
To be utterly futile
The vagueness of the person
In a mechanical world
Spinning
Into decay and death
This silent struggle
Toward no end
And no meaning
Bitter
Distress
Endured in secret
Foreboding
Which dries up all hope
Which dries up
All hope
Doleful heart
Living in darkness
Wraithlike
Body
On the point of death
The sodden lumber
Of the body
The heart's void
Confronting time's
The abyss of myself
An abyss on the very realizing
The norms
That author
The self
Render
The self
Substitutable
The norms
That author the self
Render the self
Substitutable
All things tangible and visible grew hollow, light, and transparent
Similar to lightsome shadows in the darkness of night
For that great darkness which holds the whole cosmos
Was neither dispersed by the sun or by the moon and the stars
But like an immense black shroud enveloped the earth
And like a mother, embraced it
It penetrated all the bodies, iron and stone
And the particles of the bodies, having lost their ties, grew lonely
And it penetrated into the depth of the particles
And the particles of particles became lonely
For that great void which encircles the cosmos
Was not filled with things visible
Neither by the sun, nor by the moon or the stars
But reigned unrestrained, penetrating everywhere
Severing body from body, particle from particle
In the void, hollow trees spread hollow roots
Threatening a fantastic fall
Temples, palaces, and horses loomed up and they were hollow
And in the void men moved about restlessly
But they were light and hollow like the shadows
For time was no more, and the beginning of all things came near their end
The building was still being built and builders were still hammering away
And its ruins were already seen and the void in its place
The man was still being born
But already funeral candles were burning at his head
And now they were extinguished
And there was the void in the place of the man and of the funeral candles
And wrapped by void and darkness the man in despair trembled
In the face of the Horror of the Infinite
That author the self
Render
The self
Substitutable
The lie
We need
In order to live
Dooms us
To a life that is never really ours
Every drive
Is beset by foreignness
Self-discovery
Stale and complete
Proves
To be utterly futile
The vagueness of the person
In a mechanical world
Spinning
Into decay and death
This silent struggle
Toward no end
And no meaning
Bitter
Distress
Endured in secret
Foreboding
Which dries up all hope
Which dries up
All hope
Doleful heart
Living in darkness
Wraithlike
Body
On the point of death
The sodden lumber
Of the body
The heart's void
Confronting time's
The abyss of myself
An abyss on the very realizing
The norms
That author
The self
Render
The self
Substitutable
The norms
That author the self
Render the self
Substitutable
All things tangible and visible grew hollow, light, and transparent
Similar to lightsome shadows in the darkness of night
For that great darkness which holds the whole cosmos
Was neither dispersed by the sun or by the moon and the stars
But like an immense black shroud enveloped the earth
And like a mother, embraced it
It penetrated all the bodies, iron and stone
And the particles of the bodies, having lost their ties, grew lonely
And it penetrated into the depth of the particles
And the particles of particles became lonely
For that great void which encircles the cosmos
Was not filled with things visible
Neither by the sun, nor by the moon or the stars
But reigned unrestrained, penetrating everywhere
Severing body from body, particle from particle
In the void, hollow trees spread hollow roots
Threatening a fantastic fall
Temples, palaces, and horses loomed up and they were hollow
And in the void men moved about restlessly
But they were light and hollow like the shadows
For time was no more, and the beginning of all things came near their end
The building was still being built and builders were still hammering away
And its ruins were already seen and the void in its place
The man was still being born
But already funeral candles were burning at his head
And now they were extinguished
And there was the void in the place of the man and of the funeral candles
And wrapped by void and darkness the man in despair trembled
In the face of the Horror of the Infinite