A New World if You Can Take it: Autocult Songtext
von Firmament

We sit on the edge of a cliff
Time slips between lips
Into maw of change
You cannot define
With the wights of lies
As the phantom mires

Flow forced the current of events
Dead-end senses deaficit
But wholly now
As long as dates shall give a name to time

Cut so blind
With the bleating edge of the scythe
Millenarian futures buyer
With your hand on the rudder
Just guiding against the flow
Clearly not seeing the writing on the wall
This is the edge
This is the end
The marginal


On a day that you just might find yourself
With your back against the wall
Face to face with a choice to make
And a sense that this is all

Behold the Eschaton and see
The edge of every maybe
Behold the mortal coil turning
A singularity

May you never outgrow your tribal state of mind
May you never suffer interesting times
Route the future through ley lines made of light wire
Til it expires

Any day now you just might find yourself
With your back against the wall
Face to face with a choice to make
And a feeling this is all over

A new world if you take it in your hand
A new world if you think you handle it

Consequence
Opening
Pandora′s box
Autocult


A new world if you can take it on the chin
If you give up your possessions like a bodhisattva algorithm
With outstretched hand

Oh, don't it feel like there′s a weight upon our shoulders
United from our towers
Divided we wink at the end
Flirt it in

Color drains away
You cannot hide from it
Try to find a way
Over, through, or under

New Eden in ash
The edge of the rest
All margins collapse
Season of abyssal outcomes
Drive with blindfold