Emay - Bakkah: The History of Humankind lyrics

We manufactured our Tower of cards In the midst of a jet's engine Not beside it or behind it but in front of it We confronted it as it roared glorious and thunderous The structure is notoriously ulcerous The more powerful the gorier the culture is Mankind; we named it as if Man's kind It's kind of comedic, I mean.... it's a landslide When every test is a testament to our bad sides The sun's dormant. And he paid the doorman to never tell his whereabouts I heard he shares a house with all things beautiful Pretty much all things suitable, and that of importance that we don't care about Trodden on an arid route Desperate, bland in desolate land Bereft, indefinite, cleft in the sand We pretended as if the destined was sketched in a hand Progresses neglected, the heavens detested askance But it's hard to build a house when every piece of wood is eaten up And Scotty's too wasted for to beam us up We're shoegazing with heavy plates placed on our necks trying to see what's up But it's hard to really blame us when I see it's tough To construct a solid idea when the scene is rough So to raise low spirits in the warships, we built a house of worship Huma- -nity. That's humanity's core split I think we're driven by livid-eyes Listen, I'm telling you where the torque sits We think survival's just eating. Living as corpses The factor; E's just telling you how the fork lifts The point I'm getting at is powerful don't switch the slides We failed to stab into the planet so we dig the skies And we shouted as we were puffy, proud “What's brick and mortar to a fluffy cloud? Restrictive borders to a sunny shroud? Mortals to immortals in a lucky town? Where the sheriffs only tariff On the parish is to cherish every tarot That he's lugging down Be supportive whether he's feeding weak or he's slugging rounds.” Our unrefined peeled lips has made us idealists Because extreme thirst causes a mirage to spawn Only takes a charismatic leader and an entourage Screaming, “Lead us to emphatic leisure and a long ma**age!” Concocted heaven as an attempt to evacuate Stringent. A contingent consistent, never to vacillate We masquerade zealous in jealousy but we mask hurrays Perpetually rose into an amber shade of anger, rage Maybe the model that we've been using is insufficient We're twitching. Without an ounce of nutrition. Or a fix for these glitches All I hear's a bunch of sounds unfounded on a sound foundation I'm itching, to get to switching I can see us through a telescope Using and abusing one another then they sell us hope Complain and they tell us “cope” But who's encountered the zenith zone? They've only said it was set in stone but never showed People whipped and no longer electrified. Dead sparks Red marks. I couldn't fully see it ‘till I read Marx How populations are divided and subsided into cla**es The lower strata fighting for their masters Disastrous disasters. Asterisk the patterns and you'll see it stripped Reality is vast but we can read the script Pages polluted with clamor Change is protruding, enamored in all our grievances Chaotic, but with seamlessness So if we couldn't find the spaceship adjacent to the Hale-Bop We failed, stop Progression is human heritage Musty caves to lofty terraces Adam and Eve ain't even even in Eden See us receding