Objects Outlive Us: The Buddha Of The Modern Age

Lyrics

[Verse] The Buddha of the modern age Is barely paid minimum wage To dole out truth and healthy karma The same he gave to our forefathers When once we reached to touch the sky Now we have no need to try The blurred photos of ghosts of men Such permanence, we don't comprehend Slaughter the sacred cow To stuff our stupid mouths Already fit to burst Still the insatiable thirst To kill over and over We interlopers, thе inferior species Wallow in our own faеces Gazing down at our navels And no longer able To find some kind of perspective Amongst all the invective Glory in pathways of dopamine Until time intervenes Rabble struck dumb Dementia or overcome Stampeding But we have no need to try