Zyglrox - Periphery

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

Fear the well

Humanity

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 a 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