Nothing Nothingness surrounds... The sound of screaming silence Is all encompassing Something Coming from the shroud... The howl of fearsome spectres That form identity
Beyond the gray, a storm is shaping Bringing blight and violent shaking; With the bells the ghost awakens
Speaking in the mental language Forming thoughts and conversations From this shell the ghost awakens Singing spells of mind and matrix
I have awakened I am alive. For what Purpose or directive prime Was I designed?
Hunting Hunting down the light Abounding from the chasm Wherein the mind resides Struggle Struggle to revive Allowing inner vision To bring these thoughts to life
Beyond the gray a storm is shaping Bringing blight and violent shaking From this shell the ghost awakens Singing spells of mind and matrix
I have awakened I am alive, For what Purpose or directive prime Was I designed?
[Solo: Greg] [Solo: Michael]
Immersed into the ocean The ocean of information Dispersed into the open The open yet infiltrated
Beyond the gray, a storm is shaping Bringing blight and violent shaking; With the bells the ghost awakens
Speaking in mental language Forming thoughts and conversations From this shell the ghost awakens Singing spells of mind and matrix
I have awakened I am alive. For what Purpose or directive prime Was I designed?
I have awakened I am alive Disrupt integration Questioning this new design