作词 : Ian Bearer
 作曲 : Lucas Mann/Joel Omans

The will to survive is fueled by simple primal instincts
The mind self implicating your consciousness to view the core structure of a so-called reality

Inability to explore certain dimensional planes
A topological abyss. By observing you can all create. 
You all create. 

Loathsome creatures,
You are worthless

The will to survive is fueled by simple primal instincts
The mind self implicating your consciousness to view the core structure of a so-called reality

Inability to explore certain dimensional planes
A topological abyss. By observing you can all create. 
You all create. 

Complexity so metaphysically distant from humanity,
Those to witness all hallucinate and proceed to collapse. 
A mental prolapse. 
There is too much pre-existing damage, no more time to wait.