Pattern Recognition - Byzantine

Hunger for what’s not there, eyeless congregation

Blessed be unto for their hearts are true

Submitting to the stimuli, a pure psychic secretion

For their souls are empty

Bleeding out the will of humanity

Can you hear the tolling of the bell?

The masses salivate

Neurons fire with desire to quench intangible needs

Supplant the seed, learn the machine

When two entities commonly occur close together

The appearance of one shall forever bring to mind the other

Can you hear the tolling of the bell?

Infecting the insane

«Don't become a mere recorder of facts, but try to penetrate the mystery of

their origin

Perfect as the wing of a bird might be, it will never enable the bird to fly if

unsupported by the air

Facts are the heir of science

Without them a man of science can never rise»

Pinpoint your soul

I’ll swallow it

What will be left behind

Nothing but a body cold

Pinpoint your fears

I’ll wallow in them

What is now left behind

Noting but a body cold

Can you hear the tolling of the bell?

The masses salivate

Can you hear the tolling of the bell?

Infecting the insane