Quest for Identity - Deceptionist

Far from progress and the human race

Absurd of opposites is in front of my eyes

Inside a heart of flesh and muscles

The essence of death is in my hands

Pouring down as ancestral tribute

All that is incomprehensible

Is behind those doors

Machines rebels slowly trudging in the dust

Assonance interfaces force me to walk away

The sweet oblivion of the infinite vastness

By the cosmic repulsion

To get close to the beating heart

The quest for identity is finished

Muscle cybernetic beings playing with my soul

I don’t want to be alone, I will not go away

Everything I was looking for is in that idea

The essence of death in my hands

The quest for identity is finished

The absurd is in front of my eyes

Intervention for many held to be divine

The quest for identity