There Is No Certainty In Flesh but Death - Dan Bull

Ah, it’s a nice day for a picnic, I’m rather famished

Good job I thought and brought a pile of sandwiches

So I park up the Ark Mechanicus but it’s so dark

It’s hard to know what planet it is, pull out the A to Z

It takes skill to read this, I think it says «Silva Tenebris»

Lost and found, a whole forgotten realm

Let’s have a potter down and look around

Hostiles!

Hostile as a cross-rottweiler or Twitter mob

Dropping a dox file, they waited in Agrolekh

Baited and ambushed us, chasing us back to the Caestus Metalican

But their game plan was arrogant, they hadn’t factored in

The fact we’re way more than man, augmented

In this case, we’re the capital letters so now we’re adept

At making up acronyms, so A.M.

might be the Ark Mechanicus

Or a mark of Bradley McManus'

Bow down when I rap the canticles but don’t try this at home

It’ll smash your mandible, syntax so fanciful

Got a lot to answer for but my hands are full

Literally jammed full of cybernetics

Your writhing flesh is kind of pathetic

There is no truth in flesh, only betrayal

There is no strength in flesh, only weakness

There is no constancy in flesh, only decay

There is no certainty in flesh but death

There is no truth in flesh, only betrayal

There is no strength in flesh, only weakness

There is no constancy in flesh, only decay

There is no certainty in flesh but death

Close in on the event horizon of delirium

Those men would die for the imperium

Body mods are our one desire

Swap bone and muscle for pistons and wire

To purify flesh and succumb to fire

'Til I become one with the Omnissiah

There’s a god in the machine

Even bigger than the thing I’ve just done in the latrine

I warned you, these horrors are obscene

You’ll never unsee whatever you’ve seen

Sure as blood is wet and flesh is weak

Have you ever seen that precious nectar seep?

Pathetically ineffective, we Tech-Priests seek redemption

In metal physiques, where to begin?

Shed off our skin then shred off the meat

'Til the ceremony is complete

There is no truth in flesh, only betrayal

There is no strength in flesh, only weakness

There is no constancy in flesh, only decay

There is no certainty in flesh but death

There is no truth in flesh, only betrayal

There is no strength in flesh, only weakness

There is no constancy in flesh, only decay

There is no certainty in flesh but death