Lyrics The Gods of Epicurus - Cryptodira

The Gods of Epicurus

«I am born from one-sided sacrifice
I am born from miscommunication
Piece me together from your broken spirits
Only to receive a whole less than its parts.»
As the Law commands you, «Enjoy,» the Commodity demands:
«Piece me together, exhaust your spirit
Pour it into me, expect nothing back
My blood is a failing comparison
And I can’t save you from this hell you’re in
I dwell in the pores of the merely existing
While you’re sadly subsisting in its reflection
I am not a happy consciousness.
I am not alive
Sell your soul for my being’s sake
Your condition will become my existing."
Fetishized fragments of life promise nothing
They voicelessly respond, «I am your death
«I return nothing compared to what you sacrifice
I am unrequited love, I am less than my parts
Reflect back at a loss, turn yourself into stone for me.»
A desire born from the void
Between your mind and its Being
Its demand is silently screaming
«I'll take you down with me
I’ll take you down to behold
Behold the spectacle of imaginary life
I become myth, myth becomes life
Life becomes being-towards-death.»