The bounds of our reality Limits our senses to what we can touch feel and see You've built your linear assumptions On wavering foundations Only to run into a wall of questions Concerning our purpose in life Can you suppose this accident has constructed something so intricate? Can you see past the haze That is the limits of your gaze? The craftsman behind the construct Phased in His plan to revive us Before the birth of time and space He drew the purpose for the human race Anthropic factors, fine-tuned systems Ebb and flow of nature's rhythms Etched in our cells and our blueprints Are the mark of His fingertips You find yourselves facing the walls Tearing apart the truth in scrolls With doubt your guide you chase the wind Only to find the void within How can you theorise with certainty? You must walk these halls with humility So ask yourself what is truth? Is it merely something that's real to you? No, truth is not relative to your perception A lens prone to misconception Seek the draftsman of dimensions For it's his story that we live in
Discovery leads us to see The beauty woven intricately Into the fabric of substance Revealing His face and His essence
The bounds of our reality limits our senses to what we can touch feel and see Seek the draftsman of dimensions For it's his story that we live inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
