Zyglrox
Contest to modern theory
Incapable of any progress
Analyzed, developed
Imitating consciousness
At least what it seems to be
Uniform and unrevieling 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 unrevieling the machine