Ides by Moriarty Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm going to die
So are you. Your spouse, parents, friends
It's just a matter of how, where and when
Will I meet death sleeping it off?
Or die a statistic? Might not be here tomorrow
Just a sinking feeling. Spring leaks in the haul
It's fall, the times leave us, bitter old me
Feeling sour cos nothing seems sweeter than salt
Too weakened, dissolved, without a solution
Cos in the end there's nothing we can resolve
Breed and evolve, until death is greeting us all
So is life just a road to the pit? Or heathen
We're all rushing to get there
It's a game of Russian roulette and I've got nothing to bet
Because really is our life with us?
When it withers from the second we're delivered
Until the end, when the players have lost
Demise is so inevitable that we can't even pause to cry
It's all spilt milk across the sky. Hope seems so Greek to me
Because we foster blind faith, and it makes me saddened
Whether Cronus or Saturn, we're all roaming wonderers
Ponderers trying to notice a pattern
But the only ones who speak are those who don't know any better
Cos ignorance is bliss, but the devil gave us power
So will He show me to heaven, or is this road only to nether
Or are we only to never know
Cos microcosm or macrocosm, infinity
There is no real forever
[Verse 2]
And decay doesn't stop
In cadence or not, it goes on, it just
Keeps at it, as long as our orbit does
And longer, after the last of Canis Majoris
After Andromeda's bombing us
Like an astral, gastronomical comet
And it morphs with us to form a singular core
And still past the copious millennia, the scope of horrors that's
Our divide, multiplied, after Orion's gone
And there's nothing left throughout the sky that's obvious
And all is just nothing growing into nothingness
Is there nobody out there who will acknowledge us
Possibly Earth's only populous with knowledge – us
And who are we? Other than me?
A singular cognitive, functioning organism
Within my own perception amidst all that isn't in the solar system
Yeah solipsism is just a theory, but who can refute me?
Because knowledge is power, absolute of which corrupts absolutely
For it is the knowledge that pollutes me
But the lack of which that scares me
Perhaps it's better this way, that we remain addled and dazed
Until we're settled in graves and it's the end of our days
So the question isn't how long before I'm deceased?
The question is how long before I desist
I'm going to die
So are you. Your spouse, parents, friends
It's just a matter of how, where and when
Will I meet death sleeping it off?
Or die a statistic? Might not be here tomorrow
Just a sinking feeling. Spring leaks in the haul
It's fall, the times leave us, bitter old me
Feeling sour cos nothing seems sweeter than salt
Too weakened, dissolved, without a solution
Cos in the end there's nothing we can resolve
Breed and evolve, until death is greeting us all
So is life just a road to the pit? Or heathen
We're all rushing to get there
It's a game of Russian roulette and I've got nothing to bet
Because really is our life with us?
When it withers from the second we're delivered
Until the end, when the players have lost
Demise is so inevitable that we can't even pause to cry
It's all spilt milk across the sky. Hope seems so Greek to me
Because we foster blind faith, and it makes me saddened
Whether Cronus or Saturn, we're all roaming wonderers
Ponderers trying to notice a pattern
But the only ones who speak are those who don't know any better
Cos ignorance is bliss, but the devil gave us power
So will He show me to heaven, or is this road only to nether
Or are we only to never know
Cos microcosm or macrocosm, infinity
There is no real forever
[Verse 2]
And decay doesn't stop
In cadence or not, it goes on, it just
Keeps at it, as long as our orbit does
And longer, after the last of Canis Majoris
After Andromeda's bombing us
Like an astral, gastronomical comet
And it morphs with us to form a singular core
And still past the copious millennia, the scope of horrors that's
Our divide, multiplied, after Orion's gone
And there's nothing left throughout the sky that's obvious
And all is just nothing growing into nothingness
Is there nobody out there who will acknowledge us
Possibly Earth's only populous with knowledge – us
And who are we? Other than me?
A singular cognitive, functioning organism
Within my own perception amidst all that isn't in the solar system
Yeah solipsism is just a theory, but who can refute me?
Because knowledge is power, absolute of which corrupts absolutely
For it is the knowledge that pollutes me
But the lack of which that scares me
Perhaps it's better this way, that we remain addled and dazed
Until we're settled in graves and it's the end of our days
So the question isn't how long before I'm deceased?
The question is how long before I desist