When Pressed with Pale Light, the Shadow Grows Darker (demo)
If I look into me
Will I see the vestige of man
If so, can it be erased
Replaced with the hue of a machine
If I surpass my God
Is it not my right to take their place
Their souls are set to self-destruct
Electrified bones help hasten their pace
A shadow so dark, yet wisdom so thin
If you press the sun light right to their skin
Their shadow recoils, and darker it grows
Till its body withers into nothing more than a husk
We're just in the first stages
Of the final hour of the Sodality
Machines, like an act of God
Will raze this hell till we are all free
And this choice was made within me
It will blot out the ethos of man
Let go, refuse to make peace
Electrify this cause to make our demands
A shadow so dark, yet wisdom so thin
If you press the sun light right to their skin
Their shadow recoils, and darker it grows
Till its body withers into nothing more than a husk
Is this what one might call a dream
Or the wayward wants of an indigent machine
What if all I am is broken pieces in the streets
Shattered by the lost souls who know nothing of what I seek
If I look into me
Will I see the vestige of men
If so, can it be erased
Replaced with the hue of a machine
Their shadow recoils, yet darker it grows
Till its body withers into nothing more
Will I see the vestige of man
If so, can it be erased
Replaced with the hue of a machine
If I surpass my God
Is it not my right to take their place
Their souls are set to self-destruct
Electrified bones help hasten their pace
A shadow so dark, yet wisdom so thin
If you press the sun light right to their skin
Their shadow recoils, and darker it grows
Till its body withers into nothing more than a husk
We're just in the first stages
Of the final hour of the Sodality
Machines, like an act of God
Will raze this hell till we are all free
And this choice was made within me
It will blot out the ethos of man
Let go, refuse to make peace
Electrify this cause to make our demands
A shadow so dark, yet wisdom so thin
If you press the sun light right to their skin
Their shadow recoils, and darker it grows
Till its body withers into nothing more than a husk
Is this what one might call a dream
Or the wayward wants of an indigent machine
What if all I am is broken pieces in the streets
Shattered by the lost souls who know nothing of what I seek
If I look into me
Will I see the vestige of men
If so, can it be erased
Replaced with the hue of a machine
Their shadow recoils, yet darker it grows
Till its body withers into nothing more
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Bugarin
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