Sanity is for the Passive - Nux Vomica

The sky is turning brown and the trees are shriveling up

Pollutants are rising, colliding, and raining down

We thought the end would be aflame, with deadly shrieks of pain

We thought the fury would pour straight from our very souls

And the bastards' heads would stare down from the tops of poles

But we started at the end

We started at the end…

Unwittingly, we mimic society

With our sub-sects, genres, and in-fighting

Not realizing that our constant agitation

Has roots in our need for transient migration

To exist like this is a constant struggle

And sanity is a state of mind reserved for the passive

We stopped watching the news 'cause we couldn’t take it anymore

We’ve been a plague upon this earth since a long long time ago

We try and try to stop the tide, but we know we’re all doomed

We’re drowning in our own confusion, reaching for the moon

We squirm and twitch as our nature persists

Telling us we can’t live this way, we must resist

We’re dreamers, wide awake amid comfortably sleeping sheep

Lazy grazers, passively placid, constantly telling us

«Rest your head, you worry too much»…

I woke up in a cold sweat from a dream that has come true

The end times are upon us and there’s nothing we can do

We’re pollinating hatred at a rate the bees can’t match

And the Devil’s mouth is open and we’re going down the hatch

Apocalyptic nightmares seem so quaint compared to this

A creeping, slow decay of life which we all seemed to miss

And what we miss is always all that nature seems to catch

We’ve ripped the earth wide open and we’re going down the hatch

The padlock on the gates of hell hangs from a rusty slot

And keeping that thing locked seems like the only chance we’ve got

But we invented hell and that’s why we’re the key that turns the latch

And the Devil’s mouth’s wide open and we’re going down the hatch

Why do we participate so willingly?

A dependent stain

In our isolation

We remain reluctant, fawning parasites

Rising, colliding, and raining down