Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Negation Consumes Itself, artist - Cryptodira.
Date of issue: 16.11.2017
Song language: English
Negation Consumes Itself |
Don’t look down |
The ground will consume you |
Don’t look down at what you’ve wrought |
The void draws out your fears |
Falling down |
Your selfishness consumes you |
Falling down into your past |
Desire flickers out |
All that the totality gives out for free is ideology |
So does Truth just fall from the sky? |
Does it even fall? |
Does it stay among the stars and constellations? |
Does it stop when we’re all dead? |
Is it only in our head? |
I must believe the Truth needs us as much as we need it |
Truth collapses in when we tear ourselves from it |
The sky is falling, with it, my disbelief |
I can’t re-suspend it |
I can’t find my way back into the joyful eye |
Let me back in without turning me to stone |
Without subverting Subject and Object |
Without burying the living under the dead |
And yet, reified relationships are all we have to exist in |
Partial objects are all the privileged see in this world |
The Lord and Bondsman’s struggle reproduced indefinitely |
In a spurious infinity |
When isolated, the Devil of self-interest takes root |
Knowing only the nothing you are is knowing nothing |
A subject without its predicate is never ending |
The Devil’s despair is the greatest of all |
But the Devil’s despair requires his privilege |
The Devil’s despair is a sickness unto death |
But the Devil’s despair is borne from self-interest |
Being-in-and-for-oneself is empty without the other |
So let me be-for you |
Before I fall back too far to realize |
That hell awaits the isolated |
Sublime is the loving flame that lifts |
And thaws, and embraces |
Instant and eternity, now and forever |
And if death has, carved in its beckoning hands |
Inscriptions of the Ultimate End or the Absolute Truth |
And in Eros' hands we find the lifelong pursuit of these: |
The movement between them is uneasy |
The movement between them will never end |
For pure light is as blinding as pure darkness |
Yet we curiously live on |
For pure light is as blinding as pure darkness |
For the living are still ruled by the lifeless |
And yet we curiously live on |
Waiting for the second coming of the moment of realization |