À l'Origine du Monde Lyrics

Now, with grievances aside
Supreme dramaturgist
It is time to reconcile
Seers and cosmologists

Tear my shell apart
Take me back to the start

Sentience
Extends its pull
Sapience
The pits are full
Pay homage to the cruel silence
A gift of acceptance
Paint the tiles of the universe
With your finest science

Leave my molecules scattered
Throughout the centuries
And, my memories fractured
Across the galaxies

Tear my shell apart
Take me back to the start

After all
I rest my feet
The cycle
Finally complete
With every new iteration
The feeling grew in me
And every small variation
Recounts my agony

In the end there is more to learn
From the lines of the dune
Than from any philosophers
Under the pale moon
Now as I finally grow old
Give the worms their bounty
I wish the vermin and the mold
Could sing my eulogy

Gravity
Extends its pull
Smoke rises
The pits are full
Pay homage to the awful stench
From deep inside the trench
Outline a resentful gospel
On the walls of your cell