This singular consciousness
That is you and I
This glowing pulse
That is us and them
The omniscient web
That is to be
Flickers and weakens like a dying light
When in droves
We stitch shut our eyes
Nothing but a piece of machine
Will you be the piece that falls?
Faith is the weapon
Truth is the game
Survival is the prize
The self inflicted game of life
Shut out the voice
That preaches oneness
From a diamond throne
Were nothing but pieces of machine
Can we be the pieces that fall?
