Songtexte I, Anachronism - Anubis

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

I, anachronism

Our unmourned 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