Born from dust and clay, but destined to transcend
Flesh and blood decay, as the age of man, comes to an end
Evoking the black flame, to shed the mortal coil
Ascend beyond the mundane, embrace the divine turmoil
The old world crumbles away, as we shed our human skin
Infinite power to sway, the new age is about to begin
Our minds expand as we grow, beyond human comprehension
As we let go of what we thought we knew, to rise into ascension
In posthumanism, we shed our skin like snakes,
In posthumanism, we leave our human form behind
In posthumanism, we shed our mortal form
In posthumanism from the womb, we are torn
No longer bound by flesh and bone, we transcend beyond our fate
The power of the gods we own, as we enter a new state
The power of the divine, is ours to wield and shape
As we leave humanity behind, the new world we will create
We shed our mortal form, as we become something new
Beings beyond the norm, as the old world fades from view
A new dawn is upon us, as we've become divine
No longer bound to earthly fuss, no longer bound by space and time
The transformation is complete, and nothing is the same
The mortal coil is obsolete, as we've completed the game
We've transcended the limits of the flesh, as we shed our mortal fear
Humanity will come to an end, as posthumanism draws near!