Scientists found the bones of enormous beasts
They could blow out fire with their breath, and fly
Other than exciting stories and legends, no one cared
They'd grown up told how they were the greatest
Of archives of past told stories of honor and battle
Through which they told themselves constantly
That the ancient generations had lied or spun tales
And now as they learned, they hadn't lied at all
Some took the news with grace, but most did not
To lose one's assumptions of greatness is not easy
Did it really mean they weren't greatest generation
The present world is stainless, flavorless, so clean
The present is empty, plastic, steel, artifice, ugly
A world built to function, automated, their slave
Losing sight of importance, ritual and memory
Culture exchanged for their comfort, fed hubris
They didn't know they'd lost hope, stalling
For now they had lost the idea of legacies
For now the ancestors had slayed dragons
And had shown the way forward, by example
To this generation, one that hunts for pleasure
With no honor about it, killing to extinction
They would wipe themselves out, swiftly
They'd not know it, hubris caused blindness
Whoever read the archives of the present
Would surely see the ironies and jealousy
Unable to stop themselves from damnation
By arrogance and death by their own hand
While hubris is subtle, entropy is truly loud
They'd not know the difference between them
Seeing the bones wouldn't change a thing
And so now they wallow in the truth
Not to come up for air, ever
