歌词
Nothing
Nothingness surrounds...
The sound of screaming silence
Is all encompassing,
Something
Coming from the shroud...
The howl of fearsome spectres
That form identity.
Beyond the gray, a storm is shaping
Bringing blight and violent shaking;
With the bells the ghost awakens.
Speaking in the mental language,
Forming thoughts and conversations.
From this shell the ghost awakens
Singing spells of mind and matrix.
I have awakened.
I am alive. For what
Purpose or directive prime
Was I designed?
♪
Hunting
Hunting down the light
Abounding from the chasm
Wherein the mind resides.
Struggle,
Struggle to revive,
Allowing inner vision
To bring these thoughts to life
Beyond the gray a storm is shaping,
Bringing blight and violent shaking.
From this shell the ghost awakens,
Singing spells of mind and matrix.
I have awakened
I am alive, For what
Purpose or directive prime
Was I designed?
♪
Immersed into the ocean,
♪
The ocean of information.
Dispersed into the open,
The open yet infiltrated.
Beyond the gray, a storm is shaping
Bringing blight and violent shaking;
With the bells the ghost awakens.
Speaking in mental language,
Forming thoughts and conversations.
From this shell the ghost awakens
Singing spells of mind and matrix.
I have awakened.
I am alive. For what
Purpose or directive prime
Was I designed?
I have awakened.
I am alive.
♪
Disrupt integration
Questioning this new design.