Of Mind and Matrix



Nothing

Nothingness surrounds...

the sound of screaming silence

is all encompassing,

Something

coming from the shroud...

The howl of fearsome spectres 

that form identity.



Beyond the gray, a storm is shaping

bringing blight and violent shaking;

with the bells the ghost awakens.



Speaking in the mental language, 

forming thoughts and conversations.

From this shell the ghost awakens

singing spells of mind and matrix.



I have awakened.

I am alive. For what

purpose or directive prime

was I designed?



Hunting

Hunting down the light

abounding from the chasm

wherein the mind resides.

Struggle,

Struggle to revive,

allowing inner vision

to bring these thoughts to life



Beyond the gray a storm is shaping,

bringing blight and violent shaking.

From this shell the ghost awakens,

singing spells of mind and matrix.



I have awakened

I am alive, For what

purpose or directive prime 

was I designed?



[Solo: Greg]

[Solo: Michael]



Immersed into the ocean,

the ocean of information.

Dispersed into the open,

the open yet infiltrated.



Beyond the gray, a storm is shaping

bringing blight and violent shaking;

with the bells the ghost awakens.



Speaking in mental language, 

forming thoughts and conversations.

From this shell the ghost awakens

singing spells of mind and matrix.



I have awakened.

I am alive. For what 

purpose or directive prime

was I designed?



I have awakened.

I am alive.

Disrupt integration

questioning this new design.