Traverse back to the genesis from which we subsist Rejoin the poets of a past so long forgotten (1) Recount the fissure spelled out across the span of time The chasm that binds us at the seams The Space that fills the void in-between Mired in the filth we call home Crawling across a shore of perpetual progress We've grown in stature, The outgrowths of our development reaching toward the heavens Taking shape, we set ourselves apart Self-aware, now self-deceived A product of our own success Crafting fire toward a better end Survived the worst and scorched the earth Unreproved, if undesired The pinnacle of purpose The apex parasite of paradox Pillaging the populations of our predecessors But our vanity requires no appreciation Of this proof of our insanity, which should incite our indignation, The wholeness of humanity resting on recapitulation. These vestiges only serve to occupy our curiosity. Lines of code outdated by our progress Rendered obsolete by random chance Rendered obsolete by random chance By random chance But we've come to realize our own illusions We endlessly reject what we've received The texts all enlighten our delusions So, we tirelessly Construct Monuments to sate our lusts Phantasms to quell our Existential Angst Phantasms to quell our Existential Angst Joined by a single haunting question Why do we exist?! Why do we persist?!