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

Fare the well

Humanity





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 a wide variety of thoughts emotions

Held by this reality



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