Moriarty - Ides lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm going to die So are you. Your spouse, parents, friends It's just a matter of how, where and when Will I meet d**h sleeping it off? Or die a statistic? Might not be here tomorrow Just a sinking feeling. Spring leaks in the haul It's fall, the times leave us, bitter old me Feeling sour cos nothing seems sweeter than salt Too weakened, dissolved, without a solution Cos in the end there's nothing we can resolve Breed and evolve, until d**h is greeting us all So is life just a road to the pit? Or heathen We're all rushing to get there It's a game of Russian roulette and I've got nothing to bet Because really is our life with us? When it withers from the second we're delivered Until the end, when the players have lost Demise is so inevitable that we can't even pause to cry It's all spilt milk across the sky. Hope seems so Greek to me Because we foster blind faith, and it makes me saddened Whether Cronus or Saturn, we're all roaming wonderers Ponderers trying to notice a pattern But the only ones who speak are those who don't know any better Cos ignorance is bliss, but the devil gave us power So will He show me to heaven, or is this road only to nether Or are we only to never know Cos microcosm or macrocosm, infinity There is no real forever [Verse 2] And decay doesn't stop In cadence or not, it goes on, it just Keeps at it, as long as our orbit does And longer, after the last of Canis Majoris After Andromeda's bombing us Like an astral, gastronomical comet And it morphs with us to form a singular core And still past the copious millennia, the scope of horrors that's Our divide, multiplied, after Orion's gone And there's nothing left throughout the sky that's obvious And all is just nothing growing into nothingness Is there nobody out there who will acknowledge us Possibly Earth's only populous with knowledge – us And who are we? Other than me? A singular cognitive, functioning organism Within my own perception amidst all that isn't in the solar system Yeah solipsism is just a theory, but who can refute me? Because knowledge is power, absolute of which corrupts absolutely For it is the knowledge that pollutes me But the lack of which that scares me Perhaps it's better this way, that we remain addled and dazed Until we're settled in graves and it's the end of our days So the question isn't how long before I'm deceased? The question is how long before I desist