The Paradox... - Everlost

Those who kneel before the wooden idols of long ago

Will fail in adaptation

Someday the first born chaos will take its toll

On the oblivious nation

Now the animal inside is dead

It’s time to bow your head

The face of the apocalypse is your own reflection

So take your part in the unnatural selection

Conquerers of life itself

Give up before the forces that they cannot comprehend

And there is no one to explain

The paradox of exceeding knowledge

The wooden idols of long ago

Someday the first born chaos will take its toll

On the oblivious nation

Slowly disappering the haze of aeons

Reveals the ornaments engraved

That praise the era of the technological dominion

Unleashed to be depraved