Like convulsing fish unaware of the murk in which they swim The black hole generator we're all forced to live within Self awareness imbued, biochemical machinery Searching for our place at the gates of infinity
You look to etchings based on fear You look to etchings based on fear
Who am I? Why am I here?
And think you found the answer You presume To know the mind of God And grant him greater power
Each rational gaze Through the lines of Inquiry Will widen our view Through the cracks of Reality
Consider now as we all must The possiblity That the glorification of a myth Is what your life has come to be
You look to etchings based on fear You look to etchings based on fear
Who am I? Why am I here?
Religious moral guidance with its crude Bronze age inception
Steers mankind to shallow depths and in the Wrong direction
We are not the living product of a Maniac creator
We are all living as a result of the Black hole generatorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
