Окружность - Зига | Текст песни

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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