Zero-Date Prophecy

The stelae rise in humid haze
Carved codex, fractured, out of phase
They watched the serpent in the sky
Computed math that made gods cry
Twenty cycles, twenty dread
We read the stone, but lost the thread
A ballgame played with severed heads
Their observatory fills with dread

Your telescopes are pointed wrong
You sing a paleolithic song
While laser grids dissect the tomb
Unleashing what we can't consume!

Science! A sacrificial knife!
(Cut the sky!)
Oh, science! The architect of strife!
(Watch it die!)
We chase the spark, we beg the bone
To crack the code of the unknown
But the zero-date is carved in chrome
And we are just a transient drone!

Cinnabar paint on jaguar paws
They knew the black holes and their laws
But did they laugh when we took flight?
Or curse our fluorescent light?
Carbon copies of their brains
Trading gold for acid rains
You think your particle collider's grand?
They mapped the void with just a hand!

Your quantum chips are fried with pride
You walk the path they deified!
Just idiots in ivory towers
Counting down the final hours!

Science! A sacrificial knife!
(Cut the sky!)
Oh, science! The architect of strife!
(Watch it die!)
We chase the spark, we beg the bone
To crack the code of the unknown
But the zero-date is carved in chrome
And we are just a transient drone!

They didn't vanish... they just went dark...
Turned off the cosmic spark...
Left a warning in the maize...
For the nuclear phase...
Tick... tock...
You're late.

SCIENCE! (CUT THE SKY!)
SCIENCE! (WATCH IT DIE!)
We chase the spark, we chew the bone
We build a throne of polystyrene!
The calendar resets to stone
And we are... just... a... drone!