1. VENTRAL STRIATUM

Seeking
Learning
Moving
Forward

Test the limits
Live to question
Ushering an age of the unforeseen

Exhilarated
On the cusp
Of evolutionary metamorphosis

Components of the mind redirect the course to
New terrain
Technological advancement fusing with
Human DNA

Perfection, no longer out of grasp
Ventral Striatum enforcing us to act
A mass regression in the face of the unknown
Marching blinded
Suffocation of the conscious mind


2. MAMMON

Left, to rot
All sense of wonder
Fades, in silence
Killed in the name of gain

Prayers
Left on read
God
Finally turns away

Masses filled with emptiness
Searching for a source to numb the fear
Encouraging global submission
Of intellectual substance

Suppress, every notion within the heart
Sell yourself, objectify the soul
Monetizing your worth
Crucified on a live stream

Everybody wants to be the star
Worshiping intellectual gluttony

Slaves to a fucking dollar
Slaves to a fucking dollar
Nothing else fucking matters
We're slaves to a fucking dollar


3. FABRICATING DIVINITY

In search
Of deeper meaning
Endless
Struggle of the aimless

My heart weeps for the sleeping
Love is choking while passion's bleeding
Extracted will, so freeing
Take the pill to numb the feeling

Comfort lends its arms
Through a Wi-Fi connection
We view the flawless faces
Of our manmade Gods
The way they prosper
As they mimic us

I praise thee
I need thee
I love thee
Please fill me

Fabricating Divinity
No belief in the self
Fabricating Divinity
No belief in the self


4. CORRUPTED IN TRANSFER

Converting our
Consciousness
Into formats
Fit for download

In rebellion
Of the end
Born from fear of
Life itself

Uploading the soul
Converting the spirit into a file format
Transferred to a digital oasis
A simulation of heaven

Peeling back the layers
Of humanity
Inevitable
Integration
Unforeseen
Evolution

Take the plug
Insert at skull base
Close the eyes
Initiate
Final breaths
In human form
Exhaling
Progression

Never enough time
To right our wrongs
Begging for more
Unwilling to change

Blind to the obvious
Our flaws follow us through all endeavors
Blind to the obvious
Blind to the obvious
No fear, just keep producing

Flawed beings crafting a heaven
Unwilling to self reflect
Problems persist through our ignorance
Existing in limbo

Corrupted in transfer
Lost in transit
Corrupted in transfer
Lost in transit
Corrupted in transfer
Lost in transit
Corrupted in transfer
Lost in transit

The thought
Of a never ending
Oasis
Torn away, torn away

No moving forward
Consciousness ends here
Unable to escape
This man made purgatory

Lost in time and space
The irony in being
Unable to escape
Enslavement to believing
Lost in time and space
The irony in being
Unable to escape
Enslavement to believing

Lost in time and space
The irony in being
Unable to escape
Enslavement to believing
Lost in time and space
The irony in being
Unable to escape
Enslavement to believing


5. TRANSMISSIONS

Capturing the attention
Of the masses; hopelessly lost
Mentally numb, embracing the rot
Compressing one's lifespan
To a series of photos, filtered through fiction
Cast to the clouds, setting the standard

I am nothing more than what's advertised to me
I am nothing more than the content I generate
Only worth a second
In a passing scroll

A means to captivate
My pulse holds no weight
The modern age is killing me
I am nothing, I have nothing left

Waiting for transmissions
On a screen
Waiting for transmissions
On a screen
Waiting for transmissions
On a screen
Waiting for transmissions
On a screen

The value of life
Condensed to what can be advertised
The value of life
Condensed to chasing clout
Days move in circles
Filled with envy
Days turn to nights
Blurring everything

Claw my way from the cesspool
To rise above monotony
My broken will
Amended, to serve myself

I wasn't meant for this
To live like this
So unfulfilled
Longing, For something more

There's a purpose in everything
I know. I've seen it
There's substance here
I know, I've felt it

Victims of influence
Drowning in opportunity
Scrape away the cataracts
To see the beauty

Waiting for transmissions
To distract myself from
All the pain that stems
From my lack of will
To live my life freely
As intended