Monolith - Bong-Ra

Walk with me on them beaches made of glass

We didn’t pick out battles, they chose us

Moloch, the devourer of flesh

My picture of you, little more than ash on ash

We went down swinging, on Shiva’s pendulum

That’s my dungeon, civilization

To the end of the planet, there was nothing waiting

Walk with me, broken legs and all

Curled up in a pile, waiting for the ball to drop

I looked down to the games the Gods used to play

Now we live under the ice, now there’s nothing but fires for lice

And some people said we always had it coming to us

Too much, too fast, too quick to learn the memories of the past

I want to go back but I can’t

Sucked up into a black hole, might’ve been better than this

This is a future where everyone’s poor

Upgraded, not even a man anymore

Everyone’s a millionaire and all the banks are closed

Mankind, you’re not even worth your weight in stones

Progress, what’s a crater to a dream home

These days you’ve got all the time in the world

To watch aurora borealis boil over the sea

When hell freezes over it’ll be hipper, it’ll be cleaner, it’ll be softer

No sunlight, no force

There won’t even be wooden coffins

When the revolution comes it’ll be lead by neo-fascists

Neo-patriots posing as post-humans

I’ll bite this from the gallows

It ain’t over your head, it’s under your feet

It’s in the water, it’s written in blood and you don’t need a picture to see

History’s sneaking on us, so these days I’m armed to the teeth

No time to fear the reaper, seems to me the reapers demand to be

Everybody knows you can’t swim against the sea

Especially when it’s boiling

Ain’t nobody gonna be special in a cauldron

I should’ve went to Mars when I had the chance

But I couldn’t escape my own avalanche of death

Humans and chimps, we who wrote the cheques

'Till they bounced and bodged and the sky fell on our own heads

With softened skulls we fight against the millennia

We lighten our loads and head for higher grounds

When become scarce so we can do a stand on guard

Are we not men?

Are we not Gods?

Walk with me on them beaches made of glass

We didn’t pick out battles, they chose us

Moloch, the devourer of flesh

My picture of you, little more than ash on ash

We went down swinging, on Shiva’s pendulum

That’s my dungeon, civilization

Civilization