I, Anachronism Lyrics

I come from an hour, pregnant and unfurled

With all the chaos of an infinite world

Where each sense and nerve is bombarded with sensation

Overwhelmed and dragged into exasperation

More sight, sound, emotion than could shatter sensitivity

More thought than could reinvent relativity

But when this hour passes through the conscious mind

It departs unseen, unheard, unfelt, unrealized

Man

A fleeting, finite mechanism

A brief, unborn anachronism

An unawoken cataclysm

A stage upon which struts I, anachronism

Our un-mourned ashes flow through the universe

Unremembered by an unfeeling machine

Like an unsung aria through an unhearing skull

And the doorknob melts like running paint

I see an empire of ash across the scattered shores

Where names evaporate like color from a rose

Where mathematics disappear into the endless aeon

Art and madness united in oblivion

Where music is as desolate as the barren dirt

Where cycles are severed and time lays inert

But when this hour passes through the conscious mind

It departs unseen, unheard, unfelt, unrealized

Man

A fleeting, finite mechanism

A brief, unborn anachronism

An unawoken cataclysm

A stage upon which struts I, anachronism

I, anachronism