Lyrics Ego ergo sum - The Amenta

Ego ergo sum

A desperate, yearning nothing
Hidden behind the screen,
A pissing contest
For pointless piss-ants
The selfish scrawl
Of another septic soul,
These are the vapid children
Born of the void
You are the pit of aching silence
In another’s sound and fury
This is the era
Of the desiccated soul
A sordid psychic zero
So beat your fucking drum
You know you are nothing
A character struck dumb
Fill the depths with drama
Ego ergo sum
A flickering cinema screen
Ambience of broken neon
A whore’s flashy drag
Around a monochrome heart
When all you have:
Plaster cast of stolen psyche
Then no ego, just ID
Lights, camera, cut
A technicolour ejaculate
From a cathode ray throat
Words without resonance
Words learnt by rote
Senseless stock sound seeps
From paint smeared smiles
A rattle of the reel
In a dusty, derelict theatre
Every word a cliché
Stripped from a dimestore romance
Where are the swells of strings?
In silence, you dance
The selfish scrawl
Of another septic soul
These are the vapid children
Born of the void
You are the pit of aching silence
In another’s sound and fury
This is the era
Of the desiccated soul
You find solace in scripts
Just cracked mirror reflections
You know you are nothing
A character struck dumb
Fill the depths with drama
Ego ergo sum