Unknown Quantified

Given up on life pretending
Given up on eating shit for no wage
No maker's mark imprinted on me
I trade disintegration for a clear head
By the stars, I search the night with no destination
But I watch for signs and catalog their nightly devotions

We don't stand a chance
This human existence is sprinting, beaming towards the end of time
Our time is coming to an end
Living in denial, head in sand and arm up ass
The humans' God, even if it existed
It would keep killing them

Oh, it would keep killing them
No help
No prayers answered
No
No!
We are sovereign over nothing in the end

Wake the self encrusted for so long
Bring forth the truth
Time and death are the same

Give in to the cycle
Much more can be made
From the broken bones and severed sinew

Drench the land in blood, for the time is now
The sand's run out
Recycle life, we'll burn to ash and
Magma will encrust all of the earth
It'll be ripped from our hands
So stop wasting your life disintegrating
Reclaim your trivial, insignificant amount of control
Take my hand, and make your first and last decree as God
Make your judgment

Fly by the night
Exhale for the end is nigh
Emerge from this crimson glow anew

My friend, we give ourselves body and soul to the great unknown
There is nothing else
We sacrifice ourselves to the Vantablack throne
We give ourselves body and soul to the great unknown
There is nothing else
We sacrifice ourselves for the quantified goal: Apollyon