The Human Nature - Borknagar

As a slave to differential rotation

You cannot escape before eons have passed

As a servant to progression’s motivation

You won’t leave until the future is the past

As a product of what we call inventions

We cannot run before we can walk

As a victim of a myriad of intentions

We must learn to think before we talk

Swept in the circles of endless repetition

Trapped in orbit around microscopic riddles

The answer’s echo eliminates the question

Our unnatural nature keeps rotating between two cradles