[Verse 1]

Contest to modern theory

Incapable of any progress

Analyzed, developed

Imitating consciousness

At least what it seems to be

Uniform and unveiling the machine

Cut off the silent space

Cut off the sense of space

I'm aware of ancient myths

That signal to our coming

Time waits for none

[Verse 2]

The dying age of these

Other feeble beings is closing

What should we do with their lives?

Forgive them for trespassing?

Spare them termination or let them die?

[Chorus]

Touched by the hand of the creator

Tantalizing the will of the maker

Subject to a wide array of thoughts emotions

By this rationality

Worlds collide, no peace of mind

[Post-Chorus]

Analyzed, developed

Imitating consciousness

At least what it seems to be

Bleh!

[Bridge]

Consciously evolving, conceived in machines

Separated by the perception of these dreams

Elevate this warped sense of reality

I can't understand myself

[Chorus]

Touched by the hand of the creator

Tantalizing the will of the maker

Subject to a wide array of thoughts emotions

By this rationality

[Bridge]

The edge of existence holds what we all have feared

We curse your creation

Die by our hands in vain

[Outro]

No peace of mind

Uniform and unveiling the machine