Song | Matrix Odyssey |
Artist | Vintersorg |
Album | The Focusing Blur |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Vintersorg | |
With whom shall I have this dialogue? The mad, the noble, the wit? The past lurks under layers of fog, Evolution's hall is unlit Thoughts and visions confuse, Mental wounds start to grow But the questions never reduce About the anonymous cosmic shadow" | |
This demon keeps my conscious awake | |
From sleep, rest and the calm | |
Disillusioned | |
I rinse my ache | |
In the ocean's whispering psalm | |
The ocean theory covers | |
Earth, But | |
I seek what has entire control | |
What nature introduced the genesis birth? | |
Known Deities? | |
I curse 'em all | |
I've set my sails for this odyssey | |
To locate its mystic exile | |
A crusade through the mind's liberty, | |
Not a journey in nautical miles | |
A voyage in science and fate | |
To disrobe the acceleration from zero | |
To dive into it and investigate, | |
Terrifies even the bravest hero | |
In the corridors of time we're sons, | |
Entrapped in lonely spaces | |
But star dusted electrons | |
Are my kinsmen, just with odd faces | |
Still fantasies unveil their sloids, | |
When patience turns to fear | |
To examine the darkest, coldest voids | |
For the hiding engineer | |
But our past is still our present | |
If we can't the knowledge rift over-span | |
An eternal transformation is what the matrix represents, | |
Like the child is father to the man "Some hide their confusion behind a religious mask, Like puppet thespians in " | |
God's" masquerade 'Cause the blur grows for every time we ask, What generates the spherical parade? |
zuo qu : Vintersorg | |
With whom shall I have this dialogue? The mad, the noble, the wit? The past lurks under layers of fog, Evolution' s hall is unlit Thoughts and visions confuse, Mental wounds start to grow But the questions never reduce About the anonymous cosmic shadow" | |
This demon keeps my conscious awake | |
From sleep, rest and the calm | |
Disillusioned | |
I rinse my ache | |
In the ocean' s whispering psalm | |
The ocean theory covers | |
Earth, But | |
I seek what has entire control | |
What nature introduced the genesis birth? | |
Known Deities? | |
I curse ' em all | |
I' ve set my sails for this odyssey | |
To locate its mystic exile | |
A crusade through the mind' s liberty, | |
Not a journey in nautical miles | |
A voyage in science and fate | |
To disrobe the acceleration from zero | |
To dive into it and investigate, | |
Terrifies even the bravest hero | |
In the corridors of time we' re sons, | |
Entrapped in lonely spaces | |
But star dusted electrons | |
Are my kinsmen, just with odd faces | |
Still fantasies unveil their sloids, | |
When patience turns to fear | |
To examine the darkest, coldest voids | |
For the hiding engineer | |
But our past is still our present | |
If we can' t the knowledge rift overspan | |
An eternal transformation is what the matrix represents, | |
Like the child is father to the man " Some hide their confusion behind a religious mask, Like puppet thespians in " | |
God' s" masquerade ' Cause the blur grows for every time we ask, What generates the spherical parade? |
zuò qǔ : Vintersorg | |
With whom shall I have this dialogue? The mad, the noble, the wit? The past lurks under layers of fog, Evolution' s hall is unlit Thoughts and visions confuse, Mental wounds start to grow But the questions never reduce About the anonymous cosmic shadow" | |
This demon keeps my conscious awake | |
From sleep, rest and the calm | |
Disillusioned | |
I rinse my ache | |
In the ocean' s whispering psalm | |
The ocean theory covers | |
Earth, But | |
I seek what has entire control | |
What nature introduced the genesis birth? | |
Known Deities? | |
I curse ' em all | |
I' ve set my sails for this odyssey | |
To locate its mystic exile | |
A crusade through the mind' s liberty, | |
Not a journey in nautical miles | |
A voyage in science and fate | |
To disrobe the acceleration from zero | |
To dive into it and investigate, | |
Terrifies even the bravest hero | |
In the corridors of time we' re sons, | |
Entrapped in lonely spaces | |
But star dusted electrons | |
Are my kinsmen, just with odd faces | |
Still fantasies unveil their sloids, | |
When patience turns to fear | |
To examine the darkest, coldest voids | |
For the hiding engineer | |
But our past is still our present | |
If we can' t the knowledge rift overspan | |
An eternal transformation is what the matrix represents, | |
Like the child is father to the man " Some hide their confusion behind a religious mask, Like puppet thespians in " | |
God' s" masquerade ' Cause the blur grows for every time we ask, What generates the spherical parade? |