Begin;
Perilous voyage impart, 1st glance perspectives appear as visual stimulation of
History,
Follow me through the sea of created schemes
In which it is foreseen
Crumbling carbon fixations
What we are, where we've come
Towards wherever we may go
And as much as we may grow
Luxury but then you’ll see them crumble
Wait, wait rewind
Bind the titan; will you see them stumble
Wait, wait never mind
Are you worthy of that final step?
Mystical modern miracles, techno-logic toxic tentacles
Always in some way sway towards ancient spirituals
A mere distinction of created rituals
Morality fading, creating a new of style of waiting
For control of the untold, igniting the synapses of the old

Porcelain memories shattering in sequential arbitrary numbers
Pick-up the pieces
Then re-align the past and future wonders
Shredding;
Tares into the woven path
Le menteur pathologique est le nom du jeu
Tears in the shapeless reality
Weaved into our own path,
Shredding,
Designed and implanted
Man’s blueprints remain
Trusted yet extinguished within the distinguished
Crumbling with phenomenal imagination
Wait, wait rewind
Bind the titan; will you see them stumble
Wait, wait never mind
Pressure from the sun, And the peer pressure from none
Curtain call;
Soon enough “just another brick in FUCKING THE WALL”
But it may be done (Ripple)
What we are, where we've come
Wherever we may go
As big as we may grow
What will remain for us to show?
Mystical modern miracles, techno-logic toxic tentacles
Plugged into sterile circumstances
We search with nervous system retention,
Prevention of morality
Decompressing the alternative
For control of the untold
Igniting the synapses of the old
Sticks and stones could break bones
Instead used for creating beats in which we spark up our human needs
Energies of the sound waves are now within our neural pathways
Organic molecular make-up were made up of chemicals inside
Quantities divide organic and alive
Yet there calling upon the use of micro sound waves
In what we call a brain a mind that was made maze with caves
While strong currents transfer our electrical pulses
Here hold this and let me try and re-erect
I suspect a space-time continuum rip keeping four dimensions in check
Keeping chaos at bay
Tracking hertz of human knowledge for what we are finding appalling
I agree these waves have got us crawling
Sprawling on our knees we beg and plead
For these hidden waves have hid the way
From a range of the day to day
In which it lies so dormant