The silent scream of the conscience of man
As we are brought to sentience
Given dominion over the sea and land
To rule as we see fit
The perfect form, born from the perfect image
We are the chosen
Yet as we prosper and we create
We yearn to know
Thousands of years of progress
In search of a higher purpose
Unanswered questions to forces unknown
Our pleas are met with silence
And so we wander, blind to the way
Alone, abandoned and betrayed
Our stricken minds now led astray
Astray
Almighty One, bringer of the winds and rain
We seek reprieve from our existential pain
What is our purpose?
What have we been put here for?
What is your plan for us?
Tell us what our fate has in store
I am he who lifts the sun up to the sky
Bringer of night and day, creator of life
Even as your knowledge grows, your minds will never know
What lies beyond this world before it's your time
Cogito ergo sum
Cogito ergo sum