III. A S C E N S I O N

Brought to our ships, saved from the wild
Delivered to us, a stray mind, severed from all
Disconnected, material man
Delivered to us, your old body, soon you must leave

Engage the needles connecting your spine
Your intellect will soon be compiled
No use for legs, the flesh is too weak
Your integration is almost complete

Adding some limbs, a treadmill for feet
Making anew, reactor heart, servos in arms
Insert the chips, your comms and your link
Initiate, boot, the service begins

A thousandth tendril; a branch of ourselves
With purpose, forced conviction
To aid, in the cause

No stars are too distant
No minds are too lost

With our help, all will find meaning
And in the end, be a part of our mind

Ascension
Descend to ascend
Ascension
Your race erased

Ascension
Descend to ascend
Ascension
Your race erased

Remove the needles, connecting your spine
Your intellect has now been compiled
No use for legs, the flesh was too weak
Your integration is now complete



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Writer(s): Rasmus Rolling, Andreas Sivertsvik
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