Deep in the soil Trembling silence Stones in the making Tension release Digging a hole Blood sweat and tears No rest and no sleep Then - I found a key
Teeth shimmering silvery grin Mocking yet serene Gethsename staring indifferent Stunning beauty in green At once obsessed Obedient without parole Substract, withdraw A piece of the soul
Deeper and deeper Searching for years for Something to open I could not see My science for god My modus operandi Of understanding Stood in the way
This is the turning point The moment of truth Consider every piece of knowledge Gathered during this pursuit Confined, locked in Convinced there has to be more Browsing through all the schematics Looking for a door
"In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist. We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes. We should take nothing for granted." "The prospect of domination of the nation's scholars by Federal employment, project allocations, and the power of money is ever present and is gravely to be regarded. Yet, in holding scientific research and discovery in respect, as we should, we must also be alert to the equal and opposite danger that public policy could itself become the captive of a scientific technological elite." [Dwight D. Eisenhower, Military-Industrial Complex Speech, 1961]
What are the odds What's the statistic Is there a reason Or is it pure chance No treasure box Or safety deposit No secret doorway The lock was in me
Teeth shimmer, reflecting the grin A familiar looking chin Six digit figures could never Buy the state I'm in At once I'm blessed Once splintered now become whole Increase, expand The reach of the soul
I realize now that what we seek is not of an external nature But rather to fully grasp the full potential of ourselves We were born with the most sophisticated equipment known to us Yet we spend most of our lives searching for something else Something to come along and rid us of our boredom As if we were afraid to look into ourselves Afraid of what we might find Nothing scares me more than this fearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
