Talisman

Pale hands, reaching
In the stars, seek the light that you lost
Pale hands, reaching
Like a stain to the skies

From the start, we should have known
The filter shadows the plight we grow
In our own naivety we're
Blind to fault, striving in strife and score
So as the mother weeps
The slow violence sown
We pray our father to breach
This endless cycle we preach
So, arose the filter
As we wield the tools of our own demise

Too complex for life
So, stand helpless before the filter
Helpless before the

Corroded
Damned above, damned below
Yet another species falls to reach
Turmoil, unsolved in a broken and loveless system
Fuck

A self righteous voice
Sings to silence
A curious but violent kind
Trips and falls in a race of sweat and swine

Child
Stand proud in front of your race
Move past and ascend with grace
Transcend

Pale hands, reaching
In the stars, seek the light that you lost
Pale hands, reaching
Like a stain to the fucking skies

From the start, we should have known
The filter shadows the plight we grow
In our own naivety we're
Lost in form, racing into the storm
So as the creatures rage
Into the dark of the night
We turn our heads to behold
This fruitless shadow we carry
Send our souls to the ferry
Of the River Styx, and the life we buried

Too complex for life
So, stand helpless before the filter
Helpless before the filter

Violent, curious
Violent, curious
We feed an essence so
Violently curious
(Curious)