Seekers

It begins with the breaking of silence The doors of perception are flung open wide From the depths to the farthest horizon All men yearn to be enlightened In the beginning there was the word The breaker of bonds and the shaper of worlds And those who wish to learn The language of god must be willing to burn To burn for their convictions, for what they believe Willing to serve and to suffer for the answers they seek But every answer breeds more questions Such is our nature, the human condition Driven by our need to know Now at last the seal has been broken Open the gates For the hour has come to awaken And embrace the age of reason The time has come to cast off the chains Of blind superstition that keep us enslaved To sever the ties, that shackle our minds Removing the scales that have covered our eyes For knowledge can be power, to the one who understands Power that must be earned with the strength of our own hands Searching for a sense of purpose Something to break, the silence inside us Something that will redefine us We are the seekers, the dreamers, heretics and unbelievers all We are the ones who search for answers, we are the ones who seek the truth Prophets and preachers, scholars and teachers, those who serve and those who suffer In the name of something so much greater, will they be remembered? Only time will tell We are the seekers, the dreamers, heretics and unbelievers all We are the ones who search for answers, we are the ones who seek the truth

Mark my words, heed this warning I come with the darkest of tidings For I have seen the storm that’s approaching A vast and unrelenting tide That will not be stopped and will not be denied Such is the price of our hubris Such is the cost of our arrogant pride It’s time to pay the piper what he’s owed It’s time to reap the harvest (we have sown) So what are you willing to sacrifice? What are you willing to offer for a glimpse of the future? How could we predict our own demise? Ignoring the oracle’s warning An eye for an eye, has left us all blind… Count your blessings, learn your lessons For truth is a powerful weapon Sharp enough to sever the ties of deception And the tangled webs we weave But none are as blind as those who will not see And none are truly enslaved As those who believe themselves free Is it a blessing or is it a curse? Seeing the shape of the future And knowing it’s only getting worse Dead men will tell no tales, to those who will not listen So will you learn from their mistakes, or simply repeat them? Forever repeating the same mistakes Over and over and over again So what are you willing to sacrifice? What are you willing to offer for a glimpse of the future? How could we predict our own demise? Ignoring the oracle’s warning An eye for an eye, has left us all blind To the rising of the tide

We are the children of filth and corruption A callous generation of killers and thieves (We feed) upon the weak like vultures Scavengers, and bottom feeders Until we’ve picked the carcass down to the bone Our covetous compulsions driven by dogma enthroned And then we turn upon each other Brother preying on his brother Anything at all to feed our hunger Until there’s nothing left but ashes in our mouths Unrelenting appetites Never truly satisfied We are the sons of a decadent system Rewarding our cruelty and petty ambition (Devout) disciples of a ruthless creed Praising ignorance and greed That promises salvation only for the chosen few But history is written by the victor, not the victim So will this be our legacy? A doctrine of divisive ideology A gospel of hatred and rank hypocrisy Our manifested destiny laid bare By the sins of our fathers Still we worship at their altars Altars to our avarice, monuments to our excess We asked that we could inherit the earth Only to strip it of all that it’s worth Babel towers, climbing higher, symbols of our stolen power Altars to our avarice, monuments to our excess

I am he who is called ‘I Am’, the architect and the maker Mine is the guiding hand, I am my own creator I need no myths or legends, to explain my presence on this earth No promised hell or heaven, to justify my worth This flesh that I now wear is nothing but a vessel Serving to house the soul immortal I am the demiurge, I dictate my own reality And the only commandment that I keep, is a simple mantra… I am not the prodigal son, nor my brother’s keeper My work cannot be undone, I acknowledge no master For I am no man’s servant, and no man’s slave And I will suffer no man’s chains These hands shall be my tools, with them I shall build A world for me to rule and bend to my will I am the demiurge, I dictate my own reality And the only commandment that I keep, is a simple mantra... I rule me I am the demiurge, I dictate my own reality And the only commandment that I keep, is a simple mantra... I rule me

Where lies the strangling fruit That came from the hand of the sinner I shall bring forth the seeds of the dead… To share with the worms, who gather in the darkness that surrounds this world And with the power of their lives they shape these words Giving their voices to the formless and unheard Speaking for the ones that never were Now I am filled with light Suffused with knowledge and a sense of hidden purpose A burning brightness just beneath the surface Apoptosis, the destruction of the self The death of the ego, unconsciously compelled To sacrifice and shed, the frailty of our flesh Until the light is all that’s left And all shall come to share this revelation, of the beauty in the desolation But in the black waters, where the sun still shines at night The fruit shall come ripe, in a darkness so golden And as they blossom, all our sins will be forgiven Forever washed away, by this beautiful decay A malady of melody Sings like fire through my burning veins Pregnant with the promise of the coming change Apoptosis, the destruction of the self The death of the ego, unconsciously compelled To sacrifice and shed, the frailty of our flesh Until the light is all that’s left All shall be granted their own illumination, in the glory of annihilation I am the prophet of the plague I am the herald of the passing of an age

Behold the face of the idolater, the nihilist philosopher Unwilling and unable, to believe in anything Beyond his own existence, no medium, no substance That cannot be proven, by reason or logic alone A man forever confined, within the maze of his mind A labyrinth of lies, of his own design So he refuses to accept, the illusions and the evidence Of his senses, before his eyes, all delusions denied The etherealist, so certain, that nothing else exists And the mind is all that matters, for the mind is all there is A man forever alone, beyond all flesh and bone Where nothing is certain, and nothing can ever be known The etherealist, so certain, that nothing else exists And the mind is all that matters, for the mind is all there is Behold the face of the anointed one, the king of nothingness undone Unable to distinguish, what is fact from what is fiction The fallen man, who cannot understand Anything more than, I think therefore I am

Welcome to the information age, where silent war is waged In preservation of a fragile equilibrium Between opposing forces, the balance is maintained In the face of contradiction, where the only constant is change In fear and wonder, we measure and observe The elegant mechanics of an ordered universe Black math ritual Now behold the grand conjuration Calculating the impossible To preserve the balance of this world Witness now the price that must be paid, in defiance of decay An endless struggle against the forces of disorder We strive to compensate, the cost of human error As we seek to isolate, the structure, of reality In complex systems, where chaos seems to thrive We perceive the pattern so invisible, to the naked eye Black math ritual Now behold the grand conjuration Calculating the impossible To preserve the balance… We calculate and we connect Our place in the pattern of cause and effect Weaving our way through the intricate threads Binding every choice to consequence Black math ritual Now behold the grand conjuration Calculating the impossible To preserve the balance of this world

Transformation, transfiguration To overcome the limitations of our own mortality We must transcend biology Cast off the shackles of your physical existence (Deny) your slow senescence (Reject) your inbuilt obsolescence And so we give our lives in service, all to serve a greater purpose Bow your head, and bend your knee In the name of progress, all hail the endless process Into the mouth, of the machine, we give our lives… Symbiotic evolution The exponential curve of adaptation Becoming more than human Transubstantiation of the flesh Consuming life to conquer death And so we give our lives in service, all to serve a greater purpose We bow our heads in worship of our man-made god Bow your head, and bend your knee In the name of progress, all hail the endless process Into the mouth, of the machine we give our lives In service of the singularity Bow your head Bend your knee And serve

The grinding gears of gods dictate a perfect pattern From which no hint of deviation is allowed The turn of cosmic cogs, the spinning dance of atoms Bite and bind in rhythm, to drive the system Movements in the mechanism Ascending to omega point, we reach towards perfection And find that it is almost in our grasp Now every form of life converges to the centre Seeking communion with the primal source Imposing shape and order, upon chaotic matter Form adapts to function, though evolution Life exists in constant motion Ascending to omega point, we reach towards perfection And find that it is almost in our grasp Transcending this existence, we strive towards convergence Becoming one, with the infinite at last In the absence of balance, there can be no convergence Behold the alpha, becoming omega No beginning, no end, from alpha to omega Out of nothing, we ascend, converging to the centre I am the alpha Ascending to omega point, we reach towards perfection And find that it is almost in our grasp Transcending this existence, we strive towards convergence Becoming one, with the infinite at last Omega point is almost in our grasp Becoming one with the infinite at last