Man is a subject; "The Man" is the object [ionable]
Man is subject to his free spirit; "The Man" fears it
Because Man as spirit is infinite capacity;
Passionate yet rational tenacity to pursue veracity
"The Man" is more animal than rational;
His actions capture the soul without rapture,
Making his boundless component
Be taken as his own opponent,
The exponent of which is the etherial
Idolatrous deification of the material,
Making the fear of his own liberty
The energy and force
By which he divorces
From the image of his inception,
Sinning in his conception
Of objective rejection...of the Truth
And introspection is reckoned
To make object the subject of its discourse
And in its course, trying in vain
To make something from nothing til nothing remains
And he's driven insane cause its more nothing
That he's making cause he's taking the tool of the word
Which was meant to be a vessel
But he's treating the means as an end in itself
So that the end of itself simply means
The loss of meaning so that no ends are meeting;
Meaning: our meetings are meaningless, empty, just shells
And we've dumped out the wine trying to drink the cup itself;
The empty word we have for that which once was called "hell"
Has been extracted, not abstracted; got us locked in our cells
We sell ourselves for property
We tell ourselves was probably properly
Our natural right...which may be right,
But supernatural light outshines and consumes, its fire
Illuminates where doom is
Met by the body which we clothe in luxury
When the decaying structures we
Hide behind are finally stripped away...
Nothing in our nakedness can cover our shame;
We are not found worthy of earning our name;
We stand graceless until we face this, lest we stand blamed
