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