Endowed with the art of casting names
Upon its beings
The humans claim dominion
Over every living fucking thing
Proud as
Purpose
As they became to walk the earth
As they arraigned the common creatures
Caught within the corpus-cursed
Conscious human brain
Caught within the corpus-cursed
Conscious human brain
Every word ever written will fall short
Of its intent
Even sung or spoke or screamed
They will betray what they have meant
They will betray what they have meant
They will betray what they have meant
Language is the heart's lament
A weak attempt to circumvent
The loneliness inherent in the search for permanence
Upon its beings
The humans claim dominion
Over every living fucking thing
Proud as
Purpose
As they became to walk the earth
As they arraigned the common creatures
Caught within the corpus-cursed
Conscious human brain
Caught within the corpus-cursed
Conscious human brain
Every word ever written will fall short
Of its intent
Even sung or spoke or screamed
They will betray what they have meant
They will betray what they have meant
They will betray what they have meant
Language is the heart's lament
A weak attempt to circumvent
The loneliness inherent in the search for permanence
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