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