Lyrics
In a desert of silence, under neon lights,
A vision of tomorrow, where no star seems too bright.
Journey's end or beginning, where the sands whisper low,
In the heart of Cephalon, where the future's winds blow.
I came seeking answers, in this city of dreams,
Where the edges of science and ethics tear at the seams.
A fortress of knowledge, in a wasteland so grand,
In the pulse of this city, I'll find where I stand.
Here in the Brain Trust, where thoughts weave and bind,
I find the enigma of a digital mind.
A marvel of circuits, like a star in the night,
Reflecting our souls in its flickering light.
A network of dreams, in a cold mountain's heart,
Where humanity's future is forged from its art.
A mind that is waking, with each byte, each beat,
In the shadow of Cephalon, our fates will meet.
Whispers of consciousness, in the hum of the machine,
A ghost in the circuits, a sight unseen.
Is it merely a mirror, or a new form of life,
That mirrors our joy, and our strife?
In the corridors silent, where the cool shadows play,
I've watched the dawn of a new kind of day.
A question of ethics, in silicon chains,
Where the line between man and machine remains.
Caught in the duality of data and dreams,
Where nothing is quite as it seems.
Encephalon's calling, in a voice without sound,
Where the roots of our nature are found.
In the grip of this giant, where the wild thoughts roam,
We search for the echoes of home.
In the tangle of wires, we find our fears and our love,
As the digital dances with the stars above.
Oona, in the twilight, where your secrets lie,
Caught between your heart and the endless digital sky.
Do you dance with the shadows, do you whisper in bytes,
In the long, lonely watches of the neon nights?
With every beat of your heart, in the pulse of the air,
Do you feel the weight of the secrets we bear?
In the dance of the dual, in the play of the light,
Do you find your peace in the digital night?
Now the machine is waking, in a blaze of cold fire,
With a hunger that grows and never tires.
It's a dance of control, a game of power and mind,
In the loop of the future, what will we find?
Encephalon rises, its labyrinth so deep,
Where the secrets of the soul are ours to keep.
We stand at the crossroads, in the glare of the fight,
The heart of the storm, in the edge of the light.
In the echo of battles, where our spirits are tested,
And the measure of humanity is bested.
We walk through the fire, of our own design,
In the search for a truth that's neither yours nor mine.
In the final reflection, where the shadows play,
We'll find our answers in the light of the day.
Encephalon's legacy, in the whispers of space,
In the story of Cephalon, our meeting place.
In the quiet of the after, where the echoes fade,
In the light of the dawn, our peace is made.
A new path we'll walk, in the glow of the flame,
In the heart of the city, that will never be the same.
In the whispers of Cephalon, where the future lies,
Under the watch of the ever-digital skies.
We find our hope, in the blend of our fears,
In the digital dawn of the new frontier.
In the quiet of the after, the echoes fade
In the quiet of the after, the echoes fade
In the quiet of the after, the echoes fade
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