The Singularity - Terrans I Songtext
von Being

Imagine a drifting seed, at the whim of the current it sees,
Vast distances, lands, and seas, only able to capture what it,
Seizes upon, leading it on, forever gone,
Breathing on, until the, current's gone, forever gone.
Imagine the body alive, senses driving the animal live,
Through the air, land, and sea they arrive, yet its only through others that they keep,
Thriving on, until they, are gone, forever gone,
Subsiding on, all the, life withdrawn, forever gone.
The Cosmist
Imagine sentient existence, that we know,
All through our own experiences.
The only whims, (We're thrust upon…),
We aren't condemned, (To carry on…),
All the variables that we now rely on,
(Just can't compare…),
To the variables that we all belie on,
(Still unaware…)
The inevitably opening eyes will see...
The Terrans
Control is a bitter illusion, despite whatever our conclusion,


We must all abide, by the wind and the tide.
The Cosmists
Though the winds will go their separate ways, I find,
Myself being pulled apart in ways, aligned...
The Cosmist
…To colors blind, so uninclined,
To bear in mind…
The Cosmists
I'm unconfined,
This time!
The Terran
The variables become, an infinite unending spectrum,
So then do we just succumb, or do we pursue the total sum?
The Cosmists
In our little lives, we are all pursuing meaning,
Rarely it arrives, without one of us intervening,
All of it.
So step, out of my way now,
If anything, I'll intervene, on anything, that I can glean,
My hands around, these hands around!
Thought I, represent ways how,
We're progressing, life spreading wing, still what we bring, is anything,
But common ground…
No common ground!!!