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

Fare the well

Humanity

Time waits

For none to come

The dying age of these

Of those

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 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

Feeling for the first time

Awake and more than alive

Reaching into infinity

Aware of a greater world

Save me