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Matrix Odyssey

	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?

	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?