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Control Human Delete - The Prime Mover lyrics



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01. New Replicators

Emerging future paths, fiercely refute,
The commonly known views of reluctant hope.
The surrounding sad, fed by means of re-creation.
Deformation and a seeder probe.

A turning point in the long drama of men.

No primitive nature can cope with the consequences of social complexities.
Forced into falling debris.

A mechanized universe, to feel regret.
To feel enlightened and defeated.

Motion stops, as life excels beyond.
Recall the fear drawn upon.
The predicate of being.
To become the heirs of civilization.

Give free play to the struggling.
At the outset it is fading, floating far afield.
Nowhere near.

No primitive nature can cope with the consequences of social complexities.
Forced into falling debris.

An infinitely long chain of beings that would comprise the whole of life in space-time.
To become the heirs of civilization.
Nowhere near.

Motion stops, as life excels beyond.
Recall the fear drawn upon.
The predicate of being.
To become the heirs of civilization.

And onwards to go, in darkness to stand.
Nowhere near.

02. Transporter

Vanishing structures of life.
Keep retaining collective minds.
Indefinitely in the fabric of reality.

The recipe for a Copernican Revolution in human design.
Sentient substrates that lead the path to transcendent existence.

All variations of life in one frame.
Finite possibilities find themselves repeating.

Their ink black tears have shown mercy on this world.
It took the most modest of seeds to start diversity.
Awaiting resurrection.
Redefine entire histories.
Making it appear everlasting.

Characters infused with disorder.
Find relations between concepts.
Characters reduced to disorder.
Binding relations between concepts.

Their ink black tears have shown mercy on this world.
It took the most modest of seeds to start diversity.
Awaiting resurrection.
Redefine entire histories.
Making it appear everlasting.

Characters infused with disorder.
Find relations between concepts.
Characters reduced to disorder.
Bind relations between concepts.

Light rays that travel.
See the end of horizons.
The past light cone of every event.
All patterns are preserved.
Until resurrection awaits.
Tell me about your dream.

03. Continuous Data, Part 1

There are many ways to shape the future.
It's not about the actual facts, but how and why they occur.
The full drive of cosmic downgrading is like a gesture into the empty.

Violent collapse.
Nothingness materialized.
Projections of intangible fields.
At the horizon we reside.
The surface of no return.

Resonance of matter through parallel seeds.
These tiny vibrations swarm into impossible shapes.

Violent collapse.
Nothingness materialized.
Projections of intangible fields.
At the horizon we reside.
The surface of no return.
All the fractions of life decide.
What in the end did we learn?

The membrane machinery will leave this place hollow.
Within these frames the future will wind itself up.

Bit by bit, the blackness is unfolding.
Hierarchies of never-ending sequences.
Bewildered by life. Stranded by numbers.
Metaphysical confines pushed aside by
the glory and wonder of parallel landscapes.

It is where the world is starting to look old. We will
end this, in pursuit of something better.

Unifying zero. To create. To destroy.

In another world there is no place to reside.
These are the outcomes of all futures.

Unifying zero. To create. To destroy.

An ocean of waves.
Reality is the masquerade of shapes to come.
Into the darkness out of the light.

An ocean of waves.
Reality is the masquerade of shapes to come.
Into the darkness out of the old...

Old

The movements of those squirmy forms of life.
They penetrate into existence.
Out of the light of this primitive state.
Let the new world...

04. Continuous Data, Part 2

Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!

Formless, the spaces that have been found.
Predefined, as it felt profound.
A multitude of implications drawn upon.
Incisions weave the siblings' eyes.

A manifest created by the mind.
Which silently propels all expansions.
Information primacy at full speed.

We who manipulate. Parallels to our own.
They who manipulate.

Blueprints for the new formation.
Driven by sentiment perhaps.
Information primacy at full speed.

We who manipulate. Parallels to their own.
They who manipulate. Parallels to our own.

Parallels to their own. Parallels to our own.

Navigating into realms of great depth and promise.
The scattering of radiation that once contained the data we've been chasing.
We who manipulate the cosmic unfolding to create parallels to our own.

A manifest created by the mind.
Which silently propels all expansions.
Information primacy at full speed.

We who manipulate. Parallels to our own.
They who manipulate. Parallels to their own.

Might we create infinity. Infinity and us alone.

I manipulate this life inside.
Controlling it from day 'til night.
The persistence of fear and fright.
Forever to unite forever to divide.

I control this life, their minds.
The power to reveal openings and bounds.
Deploy the menace of eras ahead.
Mutations distract from actual fact.

I collect their souls when they pray.
Belief is like love as they say.
The cosmic unfolding forever in sight.
Extending across the loopholes of time.

I manipulate the light inside.
Controlling it till waves collide.
Will they find solace in preserving lies.
Nothing is forever. The perspective of life.

I manipulate in realms beyond.

05. Shapeshifting

Bridging different cores of existence.
Long forgotten tears they shed.
Blooming persistence of indistinguishable shapes.
Pretentious lifeforms unable to control.
Fleshless and bloodless entities, now spread across infinity.
Projected on the background of reality.
This co-evolution echoes the shape of things to come.

Exit chance. Enter information. Unite the decoders.
It's the greatest gift of Prometheus to humanity.

But does anybody really understand these algorithms of physics
That process the path to eternity?

Exit chance. Enter information. Unite the decoders.
It's the greatest gift of Prometheus to humanity.

If following these space-time curves.
Light, fields and particles, will reverse the arrows of time.
If following these space-time curves.
Light, fields and particles, compute their own destiny.

Cosmic downgrade. Morphing. Decoding. The Prime Mover.

If following these space-time curves.
Light, fields and particles, will reverse the arrows of time.
If following these space-time curves.
Light, fields and particles, will compute their destiny.

Exit chance. Enter information. United decoders.
It's the greatest gift of Prometheus to humanity.

06. Earth-Like Behaviour

Fail. Intrinsic.

Synthesized faith. Rendered hopes.

Fruitless journeys.
Speak of lies. They speak of lies.
Earth-like behavior.
Contemplating on what they are.
Self-consciousness mandates results.

Loathing their theories.
Merely statistical outcomes.
Moving on. Alone. Suffering.

Excessive claims from demonic visions
Do not testify to self-privileged positions.

Could've made life pure. Earth-like behavior.
Earth-like behavior. Would've made life pure. But failed.

Constrained by human
Timescales to prevent.
A thought so provoking.
History at a glance.

It could've made life pure.
It would've made life pure.

Constrained by human
Timescales to prevent.
A thought so provoking.
History at a glance.

Earth-like behavior.

Mocking their theories.
Consequences of necessity.
Moving on. Alone. Suffering.

Loathing their theories.
A fail-safe for survival.
Moving on. Alone. Suffering.

Mocking their theories.
Merely statistical outcomes.
Moving on. Alone. Suffering.

Loathing their theories.
Merely statistical outcomes.
Moving on. Alone. Suffering.

07. Recurrence

Heavily intoxicated most will not know.
Sinking while seeking no answers.
Progress, development.
Mere reflections, by-products of chemical randomness.

From primeval soup, mistakes turned apparent nothing into high-complexity forms.
Fault-driven replicators gave birth to distant memories.

While puzzled by the fundamental features of the mind.
Selfish mutations degrade altruistic acts to illusions.

All our sins, self-perpetuating.
A universe built on fractal design.
With veneration for commitment.
The feast has begun.
A vow for the end.

New machines have been working,
Harmonics of evolution taking over.
Contributing to the necessity that is life.
The sole survivors of transmission schemes, like viral infections.

Enhanced by technology.
A placebo to ease the pain.
Is there immortality in reproduction?

Some now argue.
In that last split second.
That last moment of awareness.
All different outcomes will enter the equation, except for one.
No matter how much number crunching.
No matter how many prayers.
All sections end.
Nothing returns.

No control. Left out of the equation.
Probability with precision. Cold and clean.
The momentum of recurrence expulsed minds from matter.

No control. Left out of the equation.
Probability with precision. Cold and clean.
The momentum of recurrence expulsed minds from matter.

Life's bearing, an ongoing search.
For the key properties leading to elimination.

All our sins, the new replicator.
Build a universe on fractal design.
With veneration for commitment.
The feast has begun.
A vow for the end.