Periphery - Zyglrox [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Contest to modern theory
Incapable of any progress
Analyzed, developed
Imitating consciousness
At least what it seems to be
Uniform and unveiling the machine

Cut off
The silent space
Cut off
The sense of space

I'm aware of ancient myths
That signal to our coming

Time waits
For none to come

The dying age of these
Other feeble beings is closing
What should we do with their lives
Forgive them for trespassing
Spare them termination
Or let them die

Touched by the hand of the creator
Tantalizing the will of the maker
Subject to a wide array of thoughts emotions
Held by this rationality
Worlds collide
No peace of mind

Consciously evolving
Conceived in machines
Separated by perception of these dreams
Elevate this warped sense of reality

I can't understand myself

The edge of existence holds
What we all have feared
We curse your creation
Die by our hands in vein