Loneliness Dances In The Gorgon's Stare

Those tools which freed us from otherworldly jailors have betrayed us to a pantheon of technology
What use is limitless knowledge if it cripples us to action?
What use is logic if it drapes us in cruelty?
Soul and intellect remain in a perpetual state of war
Moral atrophy: The heart grows frigid and distant, the skin becomes scaled and hard as rock
Our kings are crowned in their dependence, our only inklings of nature are clouded and obscured

How we clutch to our breasts philosophies of violence
How we cling to these meaningless sides
We are as one suicidal force careening towards a unified end
Hopes and prayers cannot save us, but neither can your careful research
Neither can your complex statistics, neither can your precious analyses
All of your science and reasoning is for naught