Where we're going, none of this really matters
What evolution ladder
Building toward, leaving the human body
Of obsolete quality
Your mind in a box, a virtual ever after
No muscles to create laughter
In a second, you can change your perception life
At the speed of light
No more day and night
The prophecy of annihilation is
Not nearly enough
To stop the human consciousness
From pressing its own luck
The prophecy of annihilation is
Not nearly enough
To stop the human consciousness
From pressing its own luck
Your mind in a box, a virtual ever after
No muscles to create laughter
In a second, you can change your perception life
At the speed of light
Too bad, too late the process has begun
It's all been said and done
Between big minds hidden behind
Black projects, it's not plausible to deny this
The prophecy of annihilation is
Not nearly enough
To stop the human consciousness
From pressing its own luck
The prophecy of annihilation is
Not nearly enough
To stop the human consciousness
From pressing its own luck
Where we're going, none of this really matters
What evolution ladder?
Building toward, leaving the human body
Of obsolete quality
Too bad, too late the process has begun
It's all been said and done
Between big minds hidden behind
Black projects, it's not plausible to deny this
The prophecy of annihilation is
Not nearly enough
To stop the human consciousness
From pressing its own luck
The prophecy of annihilation is
Not nearly enough
To stop the human consciousness
From pressing its own luck
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