Sceptic within the flesh, deceived by the progress
You tell people how to live best, better admit that you know less
I sense your fear in excess, a tide flowing restless
A weakness in stillness, your fulfillment
I see, you display sharp believes
Build by improper tales, your mind's possessed
Don't think of a better less, yield to the ArchiTech
Sync with the pace, your mind thru a lense
Cede, it's no world's end, yield to the ArchiTech
Doubting you possess the truths that I know best
Releasing the stress, nothing rings a bell ?
The signs I'm following breed fear in my vision
I sense the worries, I fight a reflex of protection
You tell me that the past is righteous, I see that the ways are truths
I don't say a thing remain an unbeliever, thinking no less
Your habits inhibit the taste for truth, saying we're coming up with false proofs
The next day comes, your speech is gone
Build by improper tales, your mind's possessed
Don't think of a better less, yield to the ArchiTech
Sync with the pace, your mind through a lense
Grand ArchiTech starting the process
Incorrect, Strayed souls, disdain
Detriment, mold torn to pieces
Shred of evidence, missing, waiting
A last glance, far-off stretch
You tell me that our lives are precious, I see you left with no clues
The many-to-many overload rings in echoes, blinking knowledge
The craving induces a way for tools, integrating themselves in full use
It won't be long until it's done
Build by improper tales, your mind's possessed
Don't think of a better less, yield to the ArchiTech
Sync with the pace, your mind thru a lense
Cede, it's no world's end, yield to the ArchiTech