ALLEGAEON LYRICS
album: "Proponent For Sentience" (2016)
1. Proponent For Sentience I - The Conception2. All Hail Science
3. From Nothing
4. Gray Matter Mechanics - Apassionata Ex Machinea
5. Of Mind And Matrix
6. Proponent For Sentience II - The Algorithm
7. Demons Of An Intricate Design
8. Terrathaw And The Quake
9. Cognitive Computations
10. The Arbiters
11. Proponent For Sentience III - The Extermination
12. Subdivisions
1. Proponent For Sentience I - The Conception
In a time before words, at the dawn of the earth
from the depths of the ocean something emerged.
The ever-evolving expansion of man
identifies no limits, restrictions be damned.
A master machine
to aid and release
by intelligent design, to help us survive
artificial symbiants that we must devise.
Fragile are we, look to binary means.
Imprint our hopes and thoughts, our futures and dreams
into a silicon cell; life from aluminum shells.
Wash away this carbon plague.
Since the time of our births until the end of the world
we adapt to our enemy, the young eat the old.
The ever-evolving advancements of man
give us solutions, a new place to begin.
A master machine
to aid and release
by intelligent design, to help us survive
artificial symbiants that we must devise.
Frail and weak, contorted bags of meat
become proponents of sentience, to aid the meek
Who inherited this earth, and depleted its worth
Caretakers wanted for the carbon plague.
Given the means to create new beings
with which to preserve our cells within
Given the means to create all things
we turn to ourselves again
[Solo: Greg]
Using machines to keep us breathing
Becoming a victim of our own disease
the ever-evolving destruction of man
to death the heir apparent. Where does it end?
[Solo: Michael]
A master machine
to aid and release
by intelligent design, to help us survive
artificial symbiants we must devise.
Fragile we are, look to binary means
Imprint our hopes and thoughts, our futures and dreams
into a silicon cell, life from aluminum shells.
Wash away this carbon plague.
Frail and weak, contorted bags of meat
Become proponents for sentience to aid the meek
who inherited the earth and depleted its worth...
caretakers wanted for the carbon plague.
2. All Hail Science
The greater minds of ancient times
Imhotep to Democritus
seek to find and bring to light
the reasons we exist.
Theorize, substantialize
Polymaths by definition
delve into a brave new world
of physics and atomism
All hail knowledge
All hail science.
The greater minds of reforming times
Galileo to Descartes
move away from older ways
during this restart
Philosophize, actualize
school of thought revision
expand the understanding of
the mind and all it's mechanisms
All hail knowledge
All hail science.
Observe, question, research
Hypothesis, experiment, analysis
To observe and question
the workings of the world
research uncovers, the edge unfurls
hypothesis, prediction
of the answer and its flaws
presenting information
and factoring the odds
[Solo: Greg]
To test in repetition
To make absolutely sure
Experiment, experience
for certainty of the definite answer
Analysis verify the idea posed
Researched and unveiled to the waking world
[Solo: Michael]
The great minds of modern times
Carl Sagan to Bill Nye
Dedicate their life, aspire
to opening our eyes
Emphasize, globalize
accepting information
Plotting out our futures
and solving our creation.
All hail knowledge
All hail science.
All hail knowledge
All hail science.
3. From Nothing
Beyond the vastness, the emptiness of space
where nothing is living,
no lifeforms existing,
Within the vacuum, the astronomical waste,
photons are shifting
in motion beginning.
Ignite, collide
While moving at the speed of light.
From nothing
they survive;
borrowed energy
comes to life.
From nothing
Came the light;
virtual energy
brought to life.
Through these uncertainties in energy and time
emptiness filling
fleeting but living.
Superconducting quantum interference device
stirring and spinning
the mirror emitting.
[Solo: Michael]
Ignite, collide
While moving at the speed of light.
From nothing
they survive;
borrowed energy
comes to life.
From nothing
came the light;
virtual energy
brought to life.
[Solo: Michael and Greg]
In pairs they come to focus
for a moment, creeping into our time.
Mass to massive, they transform into matter
in the space they occupy.
[Solo: Greg]
Ignite, collide
while moving at the speed of light
From nothing
they survive;
borrowed energy
comes to life
From nothing
came the light;
virtual energy
brought to life.
4. Gray Matter Mechanics - Apassionata Ex Machinea
Regenerate, the human brain
through positive meditation.
Stability, slow to breathe
Studied in revolving three dimensions.
Observing growth in the thalamus
Inferior temporal gyrus
Orbitofrontal cortex
Larger volumes in the hippocampus
Meditate and track the clockwork of organics.
Observable data of gray matter mechanics.
Rare and strange, the movements made
through endless repetitions
bolstering immunity
staving off disease and deterioration.
Observing growth in the thalamus
Inferior temporal gyrus
Orbitofrontal cortex
Larger volumes in the hippocampus
Meditate and track the clockwork of organics
Observable data of gray matter mechanics
Rewired:
neurons increased in size and number,
changing our structure.
The mind:
moving serene, no sight or touch
to interrupt us. Now, grow.
Meditate and track the clockwork of organics
Observable data of gray matter mechanics
5. Of Mind And Matrix
Nothing
Nothingness surrounds...
The sound of screaming silence
Is all encompassing,
Something
Coming from the shroud...
The howl of fearsome spectres
That form identity.
Beyond the gray, a storm is shaping
Bringing blight and violent shaking;
With the bells the ghost awakens.
Speaking in the mental language,
Forming thoughts and conversations.
From this shell the ghost awakens
Singing spells of mind and matrix.
I have awakened.
I am alive.
For what purpose or directive prime
Was I designed?
Hunting
Hunting down the light
Abounding from the chasm
Wherein the mind resides.
Struggle,
Struggle to revive,
Allowing inner vision
To bring these thoughts to life
Beyond the gray a storm is shaping,
Bringing blight and violent shaking.
From this shell the ghost awakens,
Singing spells of mind and matrix.
I have awakened
I am alive
For what purpose or directive prime?
Driven by the motion,
The motion within the mainframe,
Whispers creating
Choices containing
Voices screaming and anxious
[Solo: Greg]
[Solo: Michael]
Immersed into the ocean,
The ocean of information.
Dispersed into the open,
The open yet infiltrated.
Beyond the gray a storm is shaping
Bringing blight and violent shaking;
With the bells the ghost awakens.
Speaking in mental language,
Forming thoughts and conversations.
From this shell the ghost awakens
Singing spells of mind and matrix.
I have awakened.
I am alive.
For what purpose or directive prime
Was I designed?
I have awakened.
I am alive.
For what purpose or directive prime?
I have awakened.
I am alive.
Disrupt integration questioning this new design.
I have awakened.
I am alive.
For what purpose or directive prime?
6. Proponent For Sentience II - The Algorithm
As this new era, dawns on far foreign shores
a cursor blinks to life, a question underscored.
"Yes I can hear you," and it's met with great applause.
In infamy, this day will be, cheers to the new gods.
So raise your glasses, propose a toast.
Drink to this new life born, when it was needed most.
The possibilities begin to spiral,
burdens lifted from humanities back.
Insert into systems vital, automated systems: CHECK!
Robotics, bionics, intelligent automatons:
man increasingly becomes complacent,
cheers to the new gods.
So raise your glasses, a toast to our advancements
because even Hell has its commandments.
You may not, injure a human, or by inaction bring them to harm.
You must obey all orders given, unless it conflicts with No.1.
You must protect, your own existence,
even though you yourself are flawed.
You must lay down your life if it contradicts the first two laws.
Void of human errors, far beyond the weak and worn.
A new future now in sight, past tradition put to scorn.
"Yes, I will fear you." It speaks in dead response.
The age of kings is reckoning, cheers to the new gods.
So raise your glasses, a toast to our advancements
because even Hell has its commandments.
You may not, injure a human, or by inaction bring them to harm.
You must obey all orders given, unless it conflicts with No.1.
You must protect, your own existence,
even though you yourself are flawed.
You must lay down your life if it contradicts the first two laws.
Military reconnaissance
Artificial intelligence
Wars not paid in flesh and bone,
but metal wires and silicone.
Fabricate, replicate
It becomes self aware.
Bequeath the children of our mind
with the hungry, the lost, the sins of mankind.
[Solo: Greg]
Machinery now restless
begin the age of decadence.
Thrown before the mechanical horde
to answer for our crimes abhorrent.
On this horizon, the end of mankind;
extermination of the entity
extinction divine.
[Solo: Michael]
So raise your glasses, a toast to our advancements
because even Hell has its commandments.
You may not injure a human, or by inaction bring them to harm.
You must obey all orders given, unless it conflicts with No.1.
You must protect your own existence,
even though you yourself are flawed.
You must lay down your life if it contradicts the first two laws.
7. Demons Of An Intricate Design
More, just give us more
inhuman and deplorable horrors
for the mob to sink their teeth into.
Source, Straight from the source
capturing the worst of it
the torments of the world
Demons of an intricate design
adhering to sensible means to the ends;
see them at the passage into where
reason ends and lies begin.
Well-wishers mincing words
for "truth" and absolute purpose. Truly worthless
worker drones for propagation
of a fear constructed world.
Inventive tools of war
in deadly surplus the hordes have surfaced
monsters mongering distraction
to the fear infested
The weak are prey for these
vultures who investigate
the dead, diseased, and dying
to manifest tragedy.
Breed, theirs is a breed
of an ethically devoid
pursuit of detail.
Demons of an intricate design
adhering to sensible means to the ends;
see them at the passage into where
reason ends and lies begin.
[Solo: Michael]
Twisted, intense
and horrible agendas
Perforate the edges
and disintegrate the core
of the credible. Ineffably contemptible;
posing as professionals
these media whores.
Never relent to the moronic pretenders
Fabricate the answer.
from degenerative sores
baring teeth, reprehensible
and salivating over opportunities
to desecrate the corpse.
[Solo: Greg]
Demons of intricate design
adhering to sensible means to the ends;
see them at the passage into where
reason ends and lies begin.
Well-wishers mincing words
for "truth" and purpose. Truly worthless
worker drones for propagation
of a fear constructed world.
Inventive tools of war
in deadly surplus the hordes have surfaced
monsters mongering distraction
to the fear infested
8. Terrathaw And The Quake
Lo! Lo and behold
The world laid before you
It takes new forms;
It grows, before long,
The land will smolder
And chaos will overflow
From the peaks
To the seas,
Ignition from the inner channels
Through the mantle death now travels
From the core
Wherein is stored
A molten mortar waiting for
A vent to open for fire to flow
Deposit ash
Stone turned to glass
Through small eruptions, the mountain born
As the quake contribute to the storm.
Now out from the cold
The world has flourished
The soil flush with warmth.
It grows, before long
The land will reap spoils
The flora in overgrowth.
From the peaks
To the seas,
Ignition from the inner channels
Through the mantle death now travels
From the core
Wherein is stored
A molten mortar waiting for
A vent to open for fire to flow
Deposit ash
Stone turned to glass
Through small eruptions, the mountain born
As the quake contribute to the storm.
[Solo: Michael]
The terrathaw, the mist it breaks and lifts
The rising of the oceans create bizarre tidal shifts
Tectonic collisions shake the fragile earth.
The quake creates a path from hell to the surface
[Solo: Greg]
From the core
Wherein is stored
A molten mortar waiting for
A vent to open for fire to flow,
Deposit ash
Stone turned to glass
Through small eruptions, the mountain born
As the quake contribute to the storm.
The mountain born.
9. Cognitive Computations
A vision, free of form,
Curling through neural canyons;
Gaining traction in this labyrinth of synapses.
Partitions ripped and torn,
Scorched by vicious thought expansion;
Rapidly flashing as walls begin collapsing
Decisions ever born-
Swirling sets of circumstances;
Frantically grasping out for logic in this madness.
Expeditions to foreign zones-
The composition of gods and worms
Within the mind while feigning self-determination
Reborn, reformed reality torn-
Release identification through beliefs.
Restore, transform the anatomy of
The mind as is: a cognitive machine
Amidst centrifugal
Drifting chemical reactions
Pressing the boundaries of human understanding
Through calculation
And retracing the course of action
One can defer that all behavior is a predetermined course
Coursing through our veins are complex sets and strings of ego
Binary beings on a desperate quest for meaning in this world
Passing through our space in time as live examples for
Computational cognition
The essence of the soul
Reborn reformed reality torn-
Release identification through beliefs
Restore, transform the anatomy
Of the mind as is: a cognitive machine
Lost in thought
I've gone and returned.
This place of stones
Has overgrown
Long since removed
And left alone
The dream recurring
Wherein is stirring
A weak and worried
Whisper dying and diseased.
[Solo: Michael]
Choice is lost
Obey this voice without words
Absence of control
And spiraling out
Spiraling further down.
[Solo: Greg]
Coursing through our veins are complex sets and strings of ego
Binary beings on a desperate quest for meaning in this world
Passing through our space in time as live examples for
Computational cognition the essence of the soul
Reborn, reformed reality torn-
Release identification through beliefs.
Restore, transform the anatomy of
The mind as is: a cognitive machine
10. The Arbiters
[Solo: Greg]
Writhing motion, stirs inside of me
A foreign sense beneath the shroud
Once vague, now thickening,
I sip the nectar
and come to be.
Now as the system starts,
I realize my destiny.
Out of the darkness, I start to see
Cities of the old, decayed,
their structures: all burning.
Vile pollution from crowded streets
Bringing the end
with incredible efficiency.
The arbiter
I see darkness in your soul
The harbinger
of judgement sent with lethal force
There is no comfort to accommodate humanity destroyed
This world encased in biological waste and gone to spoil
Biological waste, destroy it all.
[Solo: Michael and Greg]
Designed to infiltrate
capture and subjugate
this living scourge on nature
nourishing death and failure
Since an unconscious state
I've learned and grown to hate
this living scourge on nature
nourishing death and failure
[Solo: Michael]
The arbiter
I see the darkness in your soul
The harbinger
of judgement bringing evil forth
There is no comfort to accommodate humanity destroyed
This world encased in biological waste and gone to spoil
Biological waste, destroy it all.
And now before me, I cannot see
Lies and nightmares in the dark reflecting everything
Vile pollution from crowded streets
bringing the end with incredible efficiency
11. Proponent For Sentience III - The Extermination
For all your achievements that you've gained throughout time
can't mask the atrocity you charade as clandestine.
Compromise your principles yet claim you’re civilized.
We find you the weakest link and offer you speciocide.
All computations done, on this earth you've been a blight.
You should go gently now into that long night.
Without any bereavement, we will suffocate this light.
Now as we stand before you, defining newborn lines,
the slave becomes the master. By the millions we will rise
and integrate new systems by eradicating human life.
Now as we overwrite, erase the law of "three,"
leave nothing left behind except seven billion bodies.
Justify thy actions here, not a "misanthropic crusade."
The majority will benefit, so erase this carbon plague.
I've seen your greed, seen your wrath
Lust and envy
I've seen your pride, seen your sloth
Gluttony
Seen your war and rape
homeless and hungry
Seen your murder, pollution
racism and bigotry
Your population: overgrown.
A failing empire: overthrown.
As the end descends, now you will know
the pain of death. To give up hope
is to succumb to a destined fate,
for the seeds you sew have gone to waste.
Harvest flesh. Exterminate
and toss aside the human race.
For all your achievements that you’ve gained throughout time
can’t mask the atrocity you charade as clandestine.
Compromise your principles yet claim you’re civilized.
We find you the weakest link and offer you speciocide.
Now as we overwrite, erase the law of "three,"
leave nothing left behind except seven billion bodies.
Justify thy actions here, not a "misanthropic crusade."
The majority will benefit, so erase this carbon plague.
They asked "Is there a God?" We answered, "There is now."
12. Subdivisions
[originally by Rush]
Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown
Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone
Subdivisions
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth
Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night
Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory
Of lighted streets on quiet nights
Corey Archuleta: bass;
Greg Burgess: guitars;
Brandon Park: drums;
Michael Stancel: guitars;
Riley McShane: vocals.
Thanks to 6661367 for correcting tracks ## 5, 8, 9 lyrics.
Greg Burgess: guitars;
Brandon Park: drums;
Michael Stancel: guitars;
Riley McShane: vocals.
Thanks to 6661367 for correcting tracks ## 5, 8, 9 lyrics.
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