Benito's Earlier Work Paroles

What can we infer from such crossings of the floor?
I'm not sure it really matters anymore

Divination through the inspection of the entrails
Of a society gone completely off the rails
Optimal group size, scaling ratios suggest
What any goddamn half-wit could've guessed

My only remaining goal was to leave this world without
Actually killing someone, I find myself harbouring doubts
There's a Venn diagram emerging from the mist
I don't think you're gonna like what it suggests

Sometimes you must go too far
To find out where your boundaries are
You say that God has chosen you
Well, I've been busy choosing too

When your deceptions finally fail
We will inspect the remaining entrails
Blood and soil by any other name
You've weaponized your pain

Destined to fail from the start
As most catastrophes are
Ancient contagions exhumed
Turns out that no one's immune