Objects Outlive Us: The Buddha of the Modern Age

Objects Outlive Us: The Buddha of the Modern Age - Steven Wilson

Lyrics by：Steven Wilson

Composed by：Steven Wilson

Produced by：Steven Wilson

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 through the insatiable thirst

To kill over and over

We interlopers the inferior species wallow in our own feces

Gazing down at our navels and no longer able

To find some kind of perspective

Of us all the invective

Glory in pathways of dopamine

Until time intervenes

Ramble struck down deeding

Share all over goats stampeding

But he has no need to try