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Ecophagy

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Far too late, we're past the tipping point
Well aware of our own wounds festering
Insatiable, need to tear through
Create fractions of what's consumed unsustained
Helplessly, trapped in feedback loops
Overcome with anhedonic bliss

Transcendence beyond the simulacra, negation of being
Consciousness, consuming without end, exist in the spheres of
Spontaneous lack of continuity amongst indefinite space
Fully aware of unravelling tendrils throughout the stars

Carry on, process of elimination eliminating everything wе know
The ground beneath our feet
The air we breathe, lords of all that we survey anointed with a crown of black lungs
Dominion is destitute

Abdicate, abandoning our home, find another
Self replicating mammalian poison
Far too late, incapable of progress, this is our end
This is our end

Transcendence beyond the simulacra, negation of being
Consciousness, consuming without end, exist in the spheres of
Spontaneous lack of continuity amongst indefinite space
Fully aware of unravelling tendrils throughout the stars

Superstitious
Belief there ever was a chance
Now reflecting
On the gross error of our ways
Technology
Is a false confident reprieve
Escape our fate
Escape this place

The collective will to live is our most self-defeating trait
Instead of quietly casting ourselves into the abyss
Devour and move on, devour and move on
Oblivious to our fate, gospel of extinctionist covenant

Heretics of grand design
An affront of what's to come
The stars reel in disgust at watching our diaspora
Humanity has long since worn out our welcoming

Infertile desolate
Landscape unfurls the last of our options
We've seen it before, barren and unforgiving
Hostile extremes, this world wants our misery

Proof in the bones of those who came before
Scratch at the stones and breathe in acridity
Wither away, tortured justifiably
The persistence of our existence
Fades to obscurity

We are abhorred throughout eternity
Oncoming plague, a blight that should not be
Our rapid ascent, painful anomaly
Matched only by how quickly we fall

Scratch at the stones and breathe in acridity
Wither away, tortured justifiably
The persistence of our existence
Fades to obscurity

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