"With whom shall I have this dialogue? The mad, the noble, the wit? The past lurks under layers of fog, Evolution's hall is unlit
Thoughts and visions confuse, Mental wounds start to grow But the questions never reduce About the anonymous cosmic shadow"
This demon keeps my conscious awake From sleep, rest and the calm Disillusioned I rinse my ache In the ocean's whispering psalm
The ocean theory covers Earth, But I seek what has entire control What nature introduced the genesis birth? Known Deities? I curse 'em all
I've set my sails for this odyssey To locate its mystic exile A crusade through the mind's liberty, Not a journey in nautical miles
A voyage in science and fate To disrobe the acceleration from zero To dive into it and investigate, Terrifies even the bravest hero
In the corridors of time we're sons, Entrapped in lonely spaces But star dusted electrons Are my kinsmen, just with odd faces
Still fantasies unveil their sloids, When patience turns to fear To examine the darkest, coldest voids For the hiding engineer
But our past is still our present If we can't the knowledge rift over-span An eternal transformation is what the matrix represents, Like the child is father to the man
"Some hide their confusion behind a religious mask, Like puppet thespians in "God's" masquerade 'Cause the blur grows for every time we ask, What generates the spherical parade?"
Compositor: Andreas Sven Hedlund (Vintersorg) ECAD: Obra #6604093