The Divide vocal cover clip

Lyrics:

Are we so consumed with hubris that the bindings of our ways have subdued us? 
Like struggling in quicksand; collectively sinking an era.
Taunting universal balance; destroying that which gives us life. She provided everything, and we took it for granted.
How have we become numb to this?
Travel beyond the edge of reality; understand a semblance of divinity. 
Experience the reset- a new set of eyes in which to see the detriment that surrounds.
An esoteric paradigm inhibits human potential; still we wander, intent to create.
Reaching for fools gold; unbeknownst is its confining nature, impeding transcendental spirit.
The time is marked, with no line drawn.
The blind eye fails to perceive that which is in plain sight; severing the stem to a Gaian mind, concealing Panacea.

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Lyrics: 

For not a soul does the earth stop turning. Our existence has found new meaning. Questing for indefinite explanation of our origins. An infinite expansion rebukes set paradigms.

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Modern man's indifference to subconscious submission will invariably lead to his fall from all but grace while those most jaded escape from the treachery they have overseen; don't tell me that you didn't see this coming. All signs point to the same direction. They say our destinies are carved in stone, well I hereby denounce these falsities - take grip of the reigns; refuse your commodification. We're all born into a system where we're all treated as enemies of our rule.
It all hides right before our guised eyes. 
This vampiric system feeds off suffering.
Each time we slip and fall we play right into its hands; do not fear or feel hate.
Reject this resonance right now or forever stew in your misery.
The only bastion is critical thought.
The water has just begun to simmer.
Most will accept indefinite submission to the new rule which now looms ahead. Distortion of the vision; the skewing of perception to create the appearance of expansion.
All processes are cyclical. 
I have watched the tides retract - unveil the vision; a fresh look at ourselves in mirror. 
This disconnect - can you feel it?
Everything that we think we about existence is selectively cherry-picked, can you not see this in every aspect?
As a result of apathy you can't see this; all I can do is nudge the comet that is your mind frame.
Reject mob mental.

Insignificant

Floating (interlude)

For not a soul does the earth stop turning. 
Our existence has found new meaning. 
Questing for indefinite explanation of our origins. 
An infinite expansion rebukes set paradigms from those held most high. The most precious of moments are forever fleeting. 
It cannot be over yet; the expansion is endless. Destiny will not wake to will.
Every time we try to break away from these binds - we're pulled back in.
Cultural stencils distort existential perception; creating a guise of superiority. Be humbled to the realization that we are not the center of what what we call the universe; we have far overstepped our bounds in a misguided quest for domination.
We are so much more than we have allowed ourselves to become, as we are man: the lost species.

Fleeting Moments

Modern minds persuasively manipulated.
Bound within social stigma; accelerating catastrophe.
Hierarchical dominance must be swept beneath before the consequences 
are solidified.
Vain attempts to mend a broken system; this is the falling away from the true word - as the distance between accelerates.
Synchronistic aberration is so deeply embedded.
To be the aggregate - now from within. 
This pre-rotting social structure of an engineered utopia overshadows our ideology - technological progress.
We are not to be mechanized. 
Tell me why sentience of all forms are not recognized, or simply not regarded. We have lost our way -spawned into this illusion. 
You are not the apex. 
The process continues apace as the cycle recurs with momentum so great - we stride into nothing; not conceiving that the outcome of this toil is illusionary. These reveries are radically changing form. The impedimentia of our existence has so deeply encumbered that in which we subsist. 
To be complacent in such madness is to forfeit sovereignty. 
Drifting away, we are dreaming awake.

Blind

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