The Amenta Ego Ergo Sum lyrics

A desperate, yearning nothing
Hidden behind the screen,
A pissing contest
For pointless piss-ants

The selfish scrawl
Of another septic soul,
These are the vapid children
Born of the void
You are the pit of aching silence
In another's sound and fury
This is the era
Of the desiccated soul

A sordid psychic zero
So beat your fucking drum

You know you are nothing
A character struck dumb
Fill the depths with drama
Ego ergo sum

A flickering cinema screen
Ambience of broken neon
A whore's flashy drag
Around a monochrome heart
When all you have:
Plaster cast of stolen psyche

Then no ego, just ID
Lights, camera, cut

A technicolour ejaculate

From a cathode ray throat
Words without resonance
Words learnt by rote

Senseless stock sound seeps
From paint smeared smiles
A rattle of the reel
In a dusty, derelict theatre

Every word a cliché
Stripped from a dimestore romance
Where are the swells of strings ?
In silence, you dance

The selfish scrawl
Of another septic soul
These are the vapid children
Born of the void
You are the pit of aching silence
In another's sound and fury
This is the era
Of the desiccated soul

You find solace in scripts
Just cracked mirror reflections

You know you are nothing
A character struck dumb
Fill the depths with drama
Ego ergo sum