In an anemic glacier they think they found the truth
With their circulation halted and broken
They kept the beat as the ice had emoted
To stop the cognitive erosion
Within frozen blood, the ice at its most ferocious
Lies the confluence of flesh and worship
They think they've found the truth
We think we've found them
You think you may have found the truth
I think I found you
As the earth vomits blood, its guts on our jaws
The individual experience is a hostile, indifferent existence
