Zyglrox Lyrics - Periphery - Periphery

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 

Time waits For none 

The dying age 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 

Analyzed, developed 

Imitating consciousness 

At least what it seems to be 

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 

The edge of existence holds 

What we all have feared. 

We curse your creation, 

Die by our hands in vain. 

No peace of mind 

Uniform and unrevieling the machine