Ecclesiastes

Verse 1

Concrete idols rot beneath a toxic sky

We crawl through filth and ask the void to justify

Grind the gears, the wheel keeps spinning round and round

Plucking garbage from the desecrated ground

Preacher screams about the vapor in the air

God is silent in the neon-lit despair

Another hollow promise wrapped in rotting lace

Salvation wearing plastic on its face

Chorus

All is smoke! All is void!

Every pleasure manufactured and destroyed!

Underneath the sun, the machinery hums

We eat the dirt and swallow down the crumbs!

Nothing new left to steal, nothing real to embrace

Just a grinning skull in a digital space!

Verse 2

Wisdom is a disease that rots the core

We beg for more while bleeding on the slaughter floor

Tear down the temple, let the ash blow free

There is no mercy in the ancient prophecy

Eat the flesh of sorrow, drink the poison wine

Nothing in this furnace ever was divine

Chasing after wind until your throat goes dry

Staring blankly at a dead and heavy sky

Chorus

All is smoke! All is void!

Every pleasure manufactured and destroyed!

Underneath the sun, the machinery hums

We eat the dirt and swallow down the crumbs!

Nothing new left to steal, nothing real to embrace

Just a grinning skull in a digital space!

Verse 3

The rivers run forever to a hungry sea

Yet the ocean never fills, it bleeds endlessly

We stack our shiny trinkets up against the night

And pray the darkness won't devour up the light

A fool and king will share the exact same bed

When the soil reclaims the living and the dead

So dance around the altar, laugh at your decay

The shadow swallows everything at end of day

​[Bridge]

A time to love, a time to kill and burn!

Watch the tragic carnival of mortals turn!

Strip away the makeup, strip away the throne—

Just an animal howling alone in the zone!

Rotting from the inside, leaking out the seams

Living out the nightmare of the preacher's dreams!

​[Interlude]

Everything is vanity!

Welcome to the vanity!

Burn it down!

Burn it down to the dirt!

​[Chorus]

All is smoke! All is void!

Every pleasure manufactured and destroyed!

Underneath the sun, the machinery hums

We eat the dirt and swallow down the crumbs!

Nothing new left to steal, nothing real to embrace

Just a grinning skull in a digital space!

​[Outro]

Chasing the wind.

Nothing left to save.

Straight from the crib.

Straight to the grave.

Vapor.

Dust.

Nothing.