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? ♪ 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.