歌词
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