Epochal Lyrics

Trapped in mania ever growing
Practiced like a ritual
Grasping stuff but never knowing
Dull ingrained habitual

Generate a false resistance
Weak pretense to celebrate
The dream of a mapped existence
Possible to navigate

A petrified forest hides a twisted wreck of delight
Its philosophical shadow cancelled out by a beauty so bright
This negative chrysalis has morphed into fertile distress
Feel its wings as they brush you and offer failure's caress