A Hope For Home - Withering Branches Lyrics
But what gods are we? For thousands of years we have been unable toTranscend our basic animalistic passions for hate, greed, and violenceTowards our fellow man. The Greeks envisioned their gods just as humans, Imperfect, flawed, violent. Modern philosophy envisions the God of theismAs embodying perfection, justice, and mercy. Surely, these are qualitiesFar from our reach. Nietzsche's overman, then, seems to become what it setOut to destroy: an otherworldly idea.Oh what a wide world to conquer, it rests in the palm of our hands.The lines blur between corruption and where we sit upon our thrones.And we draw blood as if it's our right to, but is it our right to?We've been swaying for centuries and we've dug in our roots as we drink upThe sea of divinity.But we can't seem to she'd our affliction.What pitiful deities we make if we can't reach beyond ourselves. Such lowlyGods weCreate when we only believe in what our hands can touch and our eyes canSee.We've been swaying for centuries and we've dug in our roots as we drink upThe sea of divinity.But we can't seem to she'd our affliction.What pitiful deities we make if we can't reach beyond ourselves. Such lowlyGods weCreate when we only believe in what our hands can touch and our eyes canSee... ... what our eyes can see.Oh what a wide world to conquer, it falls apart in our hands.(We are withering branches, we are sick and dying vines.)
