1. |
Enigma
04:04
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We
Comprehend the orbit
Of planets lightyears away
But we’re yet to conceive
How we perceive and calculate
Electric neural connections
Producing consciousness
Bred to survive
Ask why we’re alive
And how we assimilate
Solving simple equations
Or our deepest realms of though
tBeyond our understanding
Beyond observation
Scanning within the void
To find our own free will
Chemicals react, neurons contract
Abolish the myth of God
Fire
NeuronsConnected by shock
Abstract
Immeasurable thought
Mystery
Of our consciousness
Is An Enigma
Enigmatic organ
Under observation
Moments elapse
Evading our grasp on subsistence
Objectively we measure
Concepts abstract
Inside our minds, beyond our time
Define our own existence
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2. |
Halls of Torment
04:31
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Thrown in a cell
For symptoms mundane
Among the unstable
Conditions profane
Untested medication
Forced to my veins
I’m mentally stable
But driven insane
Body removed in a bag
But your mind stays behind
Torture won’t relent
in the Halls Of Torment
Their eyes are watching
Around the clock
Punish the defiant
Control the flock
Forced convulsion
From electric shock
Torment and anguish
Our minds in deadlock
The light slowly dimming
In my eyes
How much longer
Can I survive
Speak out too strongly
You’ll end up like I
Strapped to a chair
Lobotomized
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3. |
Disengagement Theory
05:10
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Broken social ties to everyone
A loss of will or concern
Disengaged from society
To pass on my own terms
Simply a slave of time
Worn down from use
Spirit will wither
Soul will fade
Once I disengage
Writhing in isolation
A state I’m forced to occupy
My purpose is gone, my purpose is void
They all wait for me to die
Ready for goodbye but it’s not time to go
Watching time pass, every second so slow
I prepared everyone for the day I was gone
It’s come too late, a burden I’ve become
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4. |
Agent of Manipulation
04:24
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Product of environment
Product of his sickened mind
Gaze on the profane
Victims of his own kind
Contort himself to the facade
Anything to gain an edge
Mentally unhinged
Feeding on human dread
My
Weapon is
Deception
I
Was born
An Agent of Manipulation
Living impulsively
Straining connections
Permanently defined
By the affliction
Total disregard
For their own well being
Gain as he desires
Life’s only meaning
Alter the face
How they perceive
Gaining new place
As I deceive
Corrupt how they see
A means to an end
Reinforced in my mind
To madness I
Descend
Born to control
No empathy waste
Simply
Manipulate
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Diagoras Gothenburg, Sweden
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