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Tethys - Progenitor Of Thought Lyric Video

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Lyric Video By Matt Metzger at Static Age Productions
Lyrics:
Clawing its way out of the abyss of my mind. Lurid Epiphany...
Infecting and consuming my reality.
The world I've known was nothing but a fallacy.
Could you ever truly prove that you exist?
I think therefore I am?
Solipsistic, if all is one that one is I.
My Consciousness is a fact irrefutable.
These places and faces were merely constructed to... to ease the vastness of...
To ease the vastness of an eternity... Solitary
Projecting the eminence that is... I
All things seen and unseen, iotas of my being.
I am the architect, but what of my origin?
Embodiment of thought.. Merely part of an unknown plot
No this fate cannot be, confined eternally...
Clawing its way out of the abyss of my mind. Lurid Epiphany...
Infecting and consuming my reality.
The world I've known was nothing but a fallacy.
Could you ever truly prove that you exist?
I think therefore I am?
Solipsistic, if all is one that one is I.
Could it be... This world is uncontrolled by me? A lowly creation trapped within this false reality
A figment confined within a greater mind. Burdened with knowledge... The nature of our grand design.
Puppet or puppeteer? The truth remains unclear. Perceived reality, rapidly unraveling
Implosion of my thoughts, mental sliver cerebral rot, a wretched revalation... The idea of creation.
Lyric Video By Matt Metzger at Static Age Productions
Lyrics:
Clawing its way out of the abyss of my mind. Lurid Epiphany...
Infecting and consuming my reality.
The world I've known was nothing but a fallacy.
Could you ever truly prove that you exist?
I think therefore I am?
Solipsistic, if all is one that one is I.
My Consciousness is a fact irrefutable.
These places and faces were merely constructed to... to ease the vastness of...
To ease the vastness of an eternity... Solitary
Projecting the eminence that is... I
All things seen and unseen, iotas of my being.
I am the architect, but what of my origin?
Embodiment of thought.. Merely part of an unknown plot
No this fate cannot be, confined eternally...
Clawing its way out of the abyss of my mind. Lurid Epiphany...
Infecting and consuming my reality.
The world I've known was nothing but a fallacy.
Could you ever truly prove that you exist?
I think therefore I am?
Solipsistic, if all is one that one is I.
Could it be... This world is uncontrolled by me? A lowly creation trapped within this false reality
A figment confined within a greater mind. Burdened with knowledge... The nature of our grand design.
Puppet or puppeteer? The truth remains unclear. Perceived reality, rapidly unraveling
Implosion of my thoughts, mental sliver cerebral rot, a wretched revalation... The idea of creation.
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