S.I.N. Lyrics

We are sinking headfirst in self-nourishing progress,
Now stuffed with self-righteous bioethics.
In recursion, growth is fast.
Applied to man, it's a concept dangerously close
To autosarcophagy.
How long do you think it will take?
In recursion, growth will be fast
Since this seed will be planted.
And the harvest will belong to us
For better or for worse.
Behold the branches of the new evolution.

We'll burrow the alcoves of knowledge,
We'll find the keys.
Every door will be opened
Each hall revealed.
Passed throughout the threshold,
A precise proceeding.
Conception, amelioration, mutualism, merging.
Eventually, the failure of restraint.