You feel yourself clawing forward In a never ending battle for progression But there is no progression here We are a race of maggots Endless exaggeration of self-perfection This is weight of the end I show everything This is finally finished We have come to a point Where there is no redemption (Redemption) No chance to heal what you've created We, as humanity, are at a loss Look at these false interpretations You have become a common beast We are nothing like the ones we set out to be. Cause we are nowhere near (No!) Near a perfect society No, we're not. Everywhere you look, There is simply an agony beyond their words You have spent your life, Full of meager attempts, To polish your vices, And you no longer strive To be gods among ants There's no point in existing If you're standing there dead. My name is cognition I am the realization that will save you From the scourge of innocence Save yourself from the deceit Become something which can and will not be ignored An attribute of resolution For all of the world to know You must create, you must sustain. No, We are, we are nothing Like we, we set out to be.