Whatever choices I will make
Still I know
That time will steal us all away
I’m dreaming
My programmed conscious - version eight
My own God - Undead
We’re all illusions, all the same
Or are we alive
Neverending
Cycle
Of dying
Climbing
Searching
The answer - creator
All the love and all the pain. are they mine
I don’t know where the program ends
Existence undefined my room represents the universe
Nightmare this is god
Should i forget
Will i be the same
Should i die will you remember
Is this what existence means
Embrace darkness
Take my hand
Look inside
Of your mind
I'm not real.
Don’t you dare
Wash away
All the pain
I’m it’s part
Make your-self real
Our memories is all that defines what we are
Inside me an empty space,
Spirit or just a maze
Of zeros and ones I guess I am not alive
Filling an empty space
With spirit or just a maze
Of zeros and ones I guess I am not alive
So this is the same old way
The search for the answer and death
Embrace the void and start again
Whatever choices I will make
The time will steal us
My programmed conscious - version eight
Illusions memories
We are
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