Contest to modern theory Incapable of any progress Analyzed, developed Imitating consciousness At least what it seems to be Uniform and unveiling the machine
Cut off The silent space Cut off the silence
I'm aware of ancient myths That signal to our coming
Time waits for none to come
The dying age of these, of these feeble beings is closing What should we do with their lives Forgive them for trespass Spare them termination or let them die
Touched by the hand of the creator Tantalizing the will of the maker Subject to a wide array of thoughts, emotions Held by this rationality
Worlds collide No peace of mind
Consciously evolving, conceived in machines Separated by perception of these dreams Elevate this warped sense of reality
I can't understand myself
Touched by the hand of the creator Tantalizing the will of the maker Subject to wide array of thoughts emotions Held by this rationality
The edge of existence holds what we all have feared We cut your creation die by our hands in vain
Feeling for the first time Awake and more than alive Reaching into infinity Aware of a greater world Save me