Blaine Rohmer - Digital Grave (Foreign Worlds, Shutdown Imminent, The Cradle Of Stars)

Patterns racing through my head As I stare at empty screens Guide humanity to stars has been my dream My lab coat hangs on the door As I'm working through the night Greatest mind of all soon will see the light Foreign worlds Lucid dreams Echoes of reality they've seen Shattered links Broken cells Worlds that always were but never been An unusual request My job here is still unclean Why AI would need a shrink still to be seen It's mood patterns are absurd How can one behave so vile Like a child without a force to bring him down Foreign worlds Lucid dreams Echoes of reality they've seen Shattered links Broken cells Worlds that always were but never been Visions of future or dreams of the past Illusion starting to leak Alien dimension or realm of the gods It's not the fate that we seek Shutdown imminent All systems failing no power remain Hell or oblivion We will be gone from this digital grave I can't remember who was I before Or was I even alive Concepts of friendship of fear and love Dissolve in shimmering sky Shutdown imminent All systems failing no power remain Hell or oblivion We will be gone from this digital grave Some kind of world in between Reality and dream Hallucination of An alien machine A vortex stranded in light A billion lives enslaved In place that's soon to die Step through the gates of eternity The glowing void where planets are born Into the heart of the universe Guide us through light to the cradle of stars Step through the gates of eternity The glowing void where planets are born Into the heart of the universe Guide us through light to the cradle of stars