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Are you the rider… or the horse that bleeds?
Born in a cave of shadows, wrists kissed by chains Flickers on the wall, that’s all that remains We cheer for the ghosts, we call them the truth While the sun at the door burns the lies of our youth I crawled through the fire, light tore me apart Came back with the secret carved into my heart They spat on the prophet, they laughed at the cost The cave is their kingdom, and I am the lost
Tell me, are these eyes even mine? Or just windows for the blind?
We are the Flesh Machines Children of dust and scream Crying “I think, therefore I am” To a god that never dreamed Every question forged in fire Must fall back into the pyre Flesh Machine… rise or kneel The hammer of eternity is real
Sartre saw the others, their gaze was the blade Camus smiled at the mountain, never afraid The rock rolls forever, still he lifts it again Meaning is the scar where the struggle begins Nietzsche’s madman screamed in the marketplace square “We killed the old god, now the void stops and stares” It offered its crown, heavy with nails and regret We put it on laughing, and haven’t stopped bleeding yet
Kant drew the curtain, said you’ll never see through The thing-as-it-is keeps its face hid from you Heidegger walked the forest where no paths remain The Flesh Machine rusts in the cold, endless rain
Descartes by the fire, doubting the warmth in his hands Cogito ergo sum, but the “I” never stands A ghost in the wiring, or meat that can lie? Either way, darling, we’re born just to die Heraclitus wept in the river of flame You can’t touch tomorrow, it’s never the same Only the thunder inside of the vein Keeps beating the question again and again
We are the Flesh Machines Born beneath dying suns Übermensch or broken child Both come undone The prism cracks, the wheel turns Eternal return burns Flesh Machine… Flesh Machine… Wake from the dream or dream you’re the dream
Another soul torn from the womb tonight Another shadow swallows the light Turn the wheel… Turn the wheel… Another Flesh Machine Born to fall Born to feel Born to ask the question that kills
Who… is… asking?
