Luyện nghe bài hát Proponent for Sentience I - The Conception

In a time before words, at the dawn of the
from the depths of the something emerged.
The expansion of man
no limits, restrictions be damned.

A master
to aid and
by intelligent design, to help us
artificial symbiants that we devise.

are we, look to binary means.
Imprint our hopes and thoughts, our futures and
into a cell; life from aluminum shells.
Wash away carbon plague.

Since the of our births until the end of the world
we adapt to our enemy, the eat the old.
The ever-evolving of man
give us solutions, a new to begin.

A machine
to aid and
by design, to help us survive
artificial that we must devise.

and weak, contorted bags of meat
become of sentience, to aid the meek
Who this earth, and depleted its worth
Caretakers wanted for the plague.

Given the to create new beings
with to preserve our cells within
Given the to create all things
we turn to again

machines to keep us breathing
Becoming a victim of our own
the destruction of man
to death the heir apparent. Where it end?

A machine
to aid and
by design, to help us survive
symbiants we must devise.

Fragile we are, to binary means
Imprint our hopes and thoughts, our and dreams
into a cell, life from aluminum shells.
Wash this carbon plague.

Frail and weak, contorted bags of
proponents for sentience to aid the meek
who the earth and depleted its worth...
caretakers wanted for the plague.