歌词
There was a pulsating
There was a writhing
They grow inside
The operation was a success
Creation of a new infestation
The test subject
Their spine lined with eyes
For true knowledge stems from sight
Taken from rotting donors
Giving the dead new life
What we stand to gain
A higher level
To learn beyond what is known
A new race to communicate with
Can our fragile minds process
What has yet to be seen
This existence has reached a standstill
For the next step in evolution
We must look to the beyond