Lyrics Masters - Momentum

Mourn its passing, avert your gaze!
The anthropocene era and its ending days
We will shun our fossil traits
Our blighted slate, never immaculate

Our talon hands left cutting remarks
Now weathered, leave coherent scars

We thought ourselves masters
Considered just
We forfeit reason
Became corrupt
In heady glory
And senseless words
We pardoned
Our atrocity

Our trophy now embellished with this sorry prize
Yellowed contrivances rusted idioms
The sun could not bleach
Inconsistencies
Leaving our sorry resume