a personal favorite of mine:
[Chorus]
Over and over
The pheromones, the overwhelming harmony
Consuming the colony
The Circle rules your life
In trying times it seems “nature” works in mysterious ways. As a result we mystify it. The overwhelming harmony is life at its stalest and simultaneously its most sublime. When the stakes seem stacked against you, it sometimes appears to be a part of the “greater order” of existence. Don’t fall for nature, and don’t be complacent within the Circle. No matter how “natural” it seems. The “circle of life” is after-all a fascist motif. I’ll never sit at the table of trash to feast. I will rebel.
[Verse 1]
Chop, chop, don’t want to be late
Lift up and carry your weight
You’ve got no choice but to dance
In a spiral of ants
True bugs might laugh in your face
Don’t fret, you’re leading the race
Don’t let the bastards step on your hands
In a spiral of ants
In the grind of every day life we the ants become mindlessly driven to a task, to the point we become lost in the system. The pressure to perform, and to achieve sets in, and you might look at your life, and see the lack of where you are or who you are to become. Regardless, you must trek on as if on a quest, like an existential hero against the absurdity. Also don’t let “the They” hold you back.
[Pre-Chorus]
You can’t remember where you came from (In a spiral of ants)
You can’t remember where you’re going (In a spiral of ants)
You can’t remember knowing
You are one ant
Within the ant mill a single ant is lost, while the colony is everything. Call it popular culture. Call it “the engineering of consent“. This is a song for those who’ve lost their place.
[Chorus]
Over, it’s over
The pheromones, the self-avoiding odyssey
Consuming the colony
The Circle rules your life
Following the metaphoric “pheromones of consent”, the colony wants nothing more than to avoid the confrontation with the self that involves an erosion of the “hive mind” which commands you “Obey“. The Circle consumes the colony. Sometimes it’s easier to follow, go with the flow, and not rock the boat.
[Verse 2]
Now, now, don’t run out of breath
Don’t feel surrounded by death, no
Take the wheel, this could be your chance
In a spiral of ants
False bugs, you’ll soon be alone
See how they drop like a stone
You’re free now forever to dance
In a spiral of ants
Have you ever watched an ant walk in circles until it died of exhaustion? Now look in the mirror. Are you an ant running about in a Circle? Are you exhausted? Surrounded by your fallen comrades I beg you take the wheel for this might be your moment. The spiral keeps spinning, a smothering force of nature. Try not to run out of breath.
[Pre-Chorus]
Now you remember where you came from (From a spiral of ants)
Now you remember where you’re going (To a spiral of ants)
You’ve got to keep it flowing
You are one ant (Over, over, over)
Pure nihilism. Otherwise, the recollection of your mission. If you must spiral on, at least know where you’re going.
[Chorus]
Over and over
The pheromones, the overwhelming harmony
Consuming the colony
Creating its own gravity
Before we knew it we became a hurricane
And the bugs who laughed got blown away
As we proclaimed:
The Circle rules your life
If we fail to overcome we will ultimately perish. Another generation will fill our roles around the merry go around. The infectious equilibrium surrounds you. If it smiles, and keeps you warm so be it. If on the contrary it spits you out, and tortures your soul, stand from the dirt and rebel. The spiraling force will sweep you away like a hurricane. The “gravity” it creates will bring you down to Earth. Even those laughing bugs will be swept away. Must we give in to the Circle only to be taken away? Is the rebellion no more than a point in the spiral? However it goes I know that if I must perish, I’ll do so in a scramble of pheromones.
