Moving forward
Moving forward
Memories left behind
A new life, a new journey
I've built anew
For mankind, for my kind
For mankind, for my kind
The vessel stares back at me
From every angle
The menacing smile latches on
The talking walls speak and spell my life story
My past life
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The vessel sleeps beside me
The comfort breath
Morning skin of machines
Humanity's beginnings
Am I God?
I've been called worse
Drift in and out
The vessel brings me sleep
Hyper Sleep
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Mind-bending strategy game
Running through obstacles on a land never ventured
Every night
Every wake
Alone but not for long
Alone but not for long
Instrumental
The signals worked
Did I want this?
I must go back and explain my reasonings
Worse things have happened
Worse things will happen
The signals worked
Did I want this?
I must go back and explain my reasonings
Worse things have happened
Worse things will happen
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The old atlas is found
No matter what I do
It's been done, it's been worse
This is not reassuring
Imperfect
Improper
Extinct
They have found me
Memories left behind
This is not reassuring
Imperfect
Improper
Extinct
They have found me
A new journey
Instrumental
I approach unfamiliar ground
Left standing with the air swirling silently
A creepy siren, the siren of loneliness
Twisting
Falling
And screaming
Please break out
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The crumbling starts
Inch by inch the ground takes over
The wretched clench of my insides
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Unspeakable anguish
This fucking contortion
Awake, mime standing
Air swirling around me
Silent
Siren of loneliness
This is real, isn't it?
Can't tell these days, the longest fucking days
Why the anger?
I wonder?
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To create
To recreate
Have I become a God?
I have been called much worse
Secretly that title makes me feel comfortable
In my place
It's been a while
This God-like complex does bring me a smile
To create
To recreate
Down to the last seed, I stand with a dark stare
Still silent, still frighteningly silent
I must leave myself
That's what all of this has gotten me... infinite life?
Conquering of death
Instrumental
The seed is planted
Time to move on.
What have I become?
I'll make my own life seem new
Face all of my mistakes and grow
Must grow