Zyglrox

Contest to modern theory Incapable of any progress Analyzed, developed Imitating consciousness At least what it seems to be Uniform and unrevealing 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 The dying age 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 Analyzed, developed Imitating consciousness At least what it seems to be Consciously evolving Conceived in machines Separated by perceptions 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 curse your creation Die by our hands in vain No peace of mind Uniform and unrevealing the machine --- Zyglrox - Periphery