archivist - the reconstruction كلمات الأغنية

i have many arms
snake-like they writhe
tools of incision
dissect and remake my tomb

i am elastic
i am malleable
engines allude me
so i sutured and jury rigged

i have harnessed tachyons
plucked from particle collisions
farmed planck’s fertile fields
perforated time with precision

my thoughts are neatly packaged
tied up with string theories
delivered into the eons
the tenets of my gospel

i have answered every question;
i have cut my t–th on intention
now lost forever man will never
know what i have reasoned

oh the humanity!
prehensile plague
your grip did once loosen
to find form in beauty

your curiosity
found pursuit

in the yearning feast of good deed
the act to stir the father
the act to show your worth
did you find the mechanism?
did you find your craftsman?

was it out amongst the heavens
is that where i find mine?

is it where i find my god?
is it worth dreaming of?

for two thousand years
the aimless pilgrimage
the search for a purpose

were your prayers ever answered?
in the uncaring aching dark

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