Periphery - Zyglrox lyrics

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 sense of space
I'm aware of ancient myths
That signal to our coming
Time wait's for none to come

The dying age of these
Other feeble beings is closing
What should we do with their lives?
Forgive them for trespassing?
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 bleh!

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 curse your creation
Die by our hands in vein

No peace in mind
Uniform and unveiling the machine