Of Mind And Matrix

Nothing Nothingness surrounds... the sound of screaming silence is all encompassing, Something coming from the shroud... The howl of fearsome spectres that form identity. Beyond the gray, a storm is shaping bringing blight and violent shaking; with the bells the ghost awakens. Speaking in the mental language, forming thoughts and conversations. From this shell the ghost awakens singing spells of mind and matrix. I have awakened. I am alive. For what purpose or directive prime was I designed? Hunting Hunting down the light abounding from the chasm wherein the mind resides. Struggle, Struggle to revive, allowing inner vision to bring these thoughts to life Beyond the gray a storm is shaping, bringing blight and violent shaking. From this shell the ghost awakens, singing spells of mind and matrix. I have awakened I am alive, For what purpose or directive prime was I designed? [Solo: Greg] [Solo: Michael] Immersed into the ocean, the ocean of information. Dispersed into the open, the open yet infiltrated. Beyond the gray, a storm is shaping bringing blight and violent shaking; with the bells the ghost awakens. Speaking in mental language, forming thoughts and conversations. From this shell the ghost awakens singing spells of mind and matrix. I have awakened. I am alive. For what purpose or directive prime was I designed? I have awakened. I am alive. Disrupt integration questioning this new design.