Luyện nghe bài hát Proponent for Sentience I - The Conception

In a time before words, at the of the earth
from the of the ocean something emerged.
The expansion of man
identifies no limits, be damned.

A machine
to aid and
by intelligent design, to us survive
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 this plague.

Since the time of our until the end of the world
we adapt to our enemy, the eat the old.
The advancements of man
give us solutions, a new to begin.

A master
to aid and
by intelligent design, to us survive
symbiants that we must devise.

Frail and weak, 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 which to our cells within
Given the means to create all
we turn to ourselves

Using to keep us breathing
a victim of our own disease
the ever-evolving of man
to the heir apparent. Where does it end?

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

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

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