Monolith
Ma'anish Lyrics

Life, a writhing twitching spasm
Life is a convulsive movement, full of spasms

A catatonic, stereotypic movement
But it is also a movement that is predictable and unchanging, like a catatonic state

Of crushing elbows
It is also a violent struggle, with people using elbows to crush their opponents

An endless loop of repetition
This struggle repeats itself endlessly

Humanity never learns from it's own perdition
However, humanity never learns from its mistakes.

History repeats itself
The same patterns repeat over and over again in history.

For the sins of man are always the same
These patterns are caused by the same sins and mistakes humans make

Yet it remains
Despite this, the cycle will never end.

It never changes
The cycle is unchanging.

Never ceases with the wars it wages
The cycle is fueled by ongoing wars

Chaotic, little beads met with high pressure
The battles are noisy and chaotic, like beads under pressure.

Acceleration met with the concrete floor of reality
But eventually, this chaos meets with a harsh reality.

Fight or flight
When faced with the struggle, people choose to fight or flee.

Manual over-ride
But sometimes we have to take control of ourselves and override our instincts.

Hijacking the human brain and soul
Our instincts can take over and control our thoughts and emotions.

Our Hubris and pride
And our arrogance and pride are the forces that steer us in the wrong direction.

The reins with which we're pulled
These forces control us, like reins on a horse.

The twisting knives driven in our backs
Our arrogance and pride can also cause us pain and betrayal.

Sitting atop his monolith
But some people rise above this cycle and become like gods, sitting high above the struggle.

A self appointed god
These people appoint themselves to this position, not born into it.

He who has
These people have achieved something great through their own effort and willpower

Distanced himself
They have distanced themselves from the struggle and the chaos of life.

From these petty human quarrels
These people have risen above the petty conflicts that consume the rest of humanity.

He returns to his source
These people return to their original state, before the struggle corrupted them.

To his untouched, Unscarred self
Their true selves, untouched and unscarred by the struggle.

Drinking from the waters of the fountain
They have found a source of renewal and rejuvenation.

Realizing the absurd
They have come to the realization that the whole struggle is pointless and absurd.

And crossing the wall
They have overcome the barriers that most people cannot seem to conquer.

Arriving to the edge with clipped wings
But they arrive at the edge in a weakened state.

And storming the void
Despite this, they continue on and face the unknown.

Falling into it's eye
They fall into a state of freefall and uncertainty.

To fall into great depths
They plunge into the depths of the unknown.

And hit the bottom
And hit rock bottom.

To soar onto great heights
But from this low point, they rise to greatness.

And touch the heavens
They achieve something that most people cannot, reaching great heights.

To know and realize which is what
They finally understand what the struggle is really about.

As fall turns to flight
They have gone from a state of falling to a state of flying.