Chemical Ghosts by The Holeum Lyrics

How small we are, the the sons of Orion
And how cruel are the chemical ghosts
Who oblige us to walk this way, looking
At such as colossal, images of death

I can hear whispers over the heights
They are litanies cyclically officiated
Endlessly for the souls eternity and they sound like a hum of the sun

I can barely walk, I’m not so old after all
But I carry that heavy baggage that all
The dead are dragging, that just take up a few memories, inside our minds

I can hear whispers over the heights
They are litanies cyclically officiated
Endlessly for the souls eternity and they sound like a hum of the sun

They will be the only ones who will listen you
Not God
Yes, pray restlessly, you make me laugh
Who will hear such a decrepit and mummified
Bony corpses which maximum
Movement is inclination?
I want to own your belongings and you want to snatch my possessions
I have the only light, you have the pendulum
That will mark the pass of time of my not-being

How sublime is unexistence
Seen from a human dimension