Lyrics Pattern Recognition - Byzantine

Pattern Recognition

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