| Song | Anxious Darwinians |
| Artist | The Agonist |
| Album | Prisoners |
| anxious Darwinians | |
| Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought, creating before acting to stay safely at the start. | |
| Textbook nebulse authentical the | |
| World Order’s end. | |
| But we dictate through creation just how, where and when. | |
| The sound of self-severed limbs. | |
| Broken joints on cold steel links. | |
| Impossible havens harbor them. | |
| Damp floors carve swollen skin. | |
| The long-sought elusive passage keys! | |
| Where once was a door, now stands a wall. | |
| Concrete beds prevent digging deep. | |
| Leonine threats behind bamboo stalks. | |
| And anxious | |
| Darwinians frantically self-analyse,too ultimately aware to trust anyone or anything alive. | |
| Toxic, parasitic ideas hijack our minds. | |
| Mimetically commandeered to include the suicide. | |
| The privacy of experience. | |
| The illusion of focus. | |
| The future is anticipated memory. | |
| The virulence of idea. | |
| Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought creating before acting to stay safely at the start. | |
| Textbook nebulse authentical the | |
| World Order’s end. | |
| But we dictate through creation just how, where and when | |
| Vanitas on aged pages, copper violin. | |
| Incumbent phrenology to drain you of your doubt. | |
| Don’t call my landscape a plane, you increate egoist! | |
| You’re merely a hallucination of my own | |
| Atmas!Volition decides the future as the authors all agree, | |
| Impatiently arranging for evolution’s recrudescence. | |
| Visual receptors are undeniably unique in a closed | |
| Cartesian | |
| Theater, body anchored to the seat. | |
| Pressuposed conclusions, methodic doubt. | |
| An escaped res cogitans flees to an inter-subjective world. | |
| Passive beliefs bridge the chasm, mind pregnant at birth. | |
| The danger, dear empiritic is that to which | |
| Narcissus succumbed, and still do, some. | |
| Fountainshead, automatons. | |
| To subordinates genetic interest is ultimately human! | |
| Rampant self-awareness in your invisible | |
| Hands means everything is fickle, subject to your shape and shade. | |
| How will you, dear eremite program your semaphore? | |
| Self-preservation is subject to an emotional homunculus. | |
| And anxious | |
| Darwinians frantically self-analyse, too ultimately aware to include the suicide. | |
| Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought creating before acting to stay safely at the start. | |
| Textbook nebulse authentical the | |
| World Order’s end. | |
| But we dictate through creation just how, where and when |
| anxious Darwinians | |
| Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought, creating before acting to stay safely at the start. | |
| Textbook nebulse authentical the | |
| World Order' s end. | |
| But we dictate through creation just how, where and when. | |
| The sound of selfsevered limbs. | |
| Broken joints on cold steel links. | |
| Impossible havens harbor them. | |
| Damp floors carve swollen skin. | |
| The longsought elusive passage keys! | |
| Where once was a door, now stands a wall. | |
| Concrete beds prevent digging deep. | |
| Leonine threats behind bamboo stalks. | |
| And anxious | |
| Darwinians frantically selfanalyse, too ultimately aware to trust anyone or anything alive. | |
| Toxic, parasitic ideas hijack our minds. | |
| Mimetically commandeered to include the suicide. | |
| The privacy of experience. | |
| The illusion of focus. | |
| The future is anticipated memory. | |
| The virulence of idea. | |
| Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought creating before acting to stay safely at the start. | |
| Textbook nebulse authentical the | |
| World Order' s end. | |
| But we dictate through creation just how, where and when | |
| Vanitas on aged pages, copper violin. | |
| Incumbent phrenology to drain you of your doubt. | |
| Don' t call my landscape a plane, you increate egoist! | |
| You' re merely a hallucination of my own | |
| Atmas! Volition decides the future as the authors all agree, | |
| Impatiently arranging for evolution' s recrudescence. | |
| Visual receptors are undeniably unique in a closed | |
| Cartesian | |
| Theater, body anchored to the seat. | |
| Pressuposed conclusions, methodic doubt. | |
| An escaped res cogitans flees to an intersubjective world. | |
| Passive beliefs bridge the chasm, mind pregnant at birth. | |
| The danger, dear empiritic is that to which | |
| Narcissus succumbed, and still do, some. | |
| Fountainshead, automatons. | |
| To subordinates genetic interest is ultimately human! | |
| Rampant selfawareness in your invisible | |
| Hands means everything is fickle, subject to your shape and shade. | |
| How will you, dear eremite program your semaphore? | |
| Selfpreservation is subject to an emotional homunculus. | |
| And anxious | |
| Darwinians frantically selfanalyse, too ultimately aware to include the suicide. | |
| Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought creating before acting to stay safely at the start. | |
| Textbook nebulse authentical the | |
| World Order' s end. | |
| But we dictate through creation just how, where and when |