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Breathing Still
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Cartesian
The bounds of our reality Limits our senses to what we can touch feel and see You've built your linear assumptions On wavering foundations Only to run into a wall of questions
Concerning our purpose in life Can you suppose this accident has constructed something so intricate? Can you see past the haze That is the limits of your gaze?
The craftsman behind the construct Phased in His plan to revive us Before the birth of time and space He drew the purpose for the human race Anthropic factors, fine tuned systems Ebb and flow of nature's rhythms Etched in our cells and our blueprints Are the mark of His fingertips
You find yourselves facing the walls Tearing apart the truth in scrolls 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 With doubt your guide you chase the wind Only to find the void within
How can you theorise with certainty? You must walk these halls with humility
So ask yourself what is truth? Is it merely something that's real to you? No, truth is not relative to your perception A lense prone to misconception Seek the draftsman of dimensions For it's his story that we live in
Discovery leads us to see The beauty woven intricately Into the fabric of substance Revealing His face and His essence
The bounds of our reality limits our senses to what we can touch feel and see Seek the draftsman of dimensions For it's his story that we live in
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