Soul - A Broken Silence

I’ve been getting lost in the matrix

I’ve been getting lost in the matrix

Are we really nothing but flesh and blood?

Everybody’s promised that death will come

As cells expire, in breathless lungs

If there is a heaven, where’s the smoking gun?

Can you give us a sign, open our eyes

Or should we keep pointing telescopes to the skies

Everybody’s looking for the meaning of life

But despite all the scriptures…

I’ve been getting lost in the matrix

Where it’s all about payslips to keep us trapped in our cages

Are we avatars in a simulation?

Are we sinners, abominations?

Are we cells, sub atomic particles?

Is there a heaven and hell?

Is it possible?

The odds that we exist is a miracle

Are we a motherboard of chips?

Or spiritual?

I’m just a drop in the ocean, grain in the sand

Tell me, is it written, is it scripted, is it known?

Space is infinite?

And we’re spinning on a globe?

Open my eyes to a purpose, I’m drowning in flesh

Tell me, is it written, is it scripted, is it known

Space is infinite?

And we’re spinning on a globe?

Tell me, is it written or is it scripted

When we’re born, are we downloaded from the system

Or just ticking time bombs?

I’ve been getting lost in the matrix

Are we gonna see the saviour, predicted by the sages?

Do you believe in ObEN or angels?

Are the tales of Noah fables?

If so… why the fabrication?

If gods real, why the war and hatred?

Why are we getting lost in emotion?

We’re just a drop in the ocean

I’m just a drop in the ocean, grain in the sand

Tell me, is it written, is it scripted, is it known?

Space is infinite?

And we’re spinning on a globe?

Open my eyes to a purpose, I’m drowning in flesh

Tell me, is it written, is it scripted, is it known

Space is infinite?

And we’re spinning on a globe?

I’m just a drop in the ocean, grain in the sand

I’m just a drop in the ocean, oh-oh

Tell me, is it written, is it scripted, is it known?

Space is infinite?

And we’re spinning on a globe?

Open my eyes to a purpose, I’m drowning in flesh

Tell me, is it written, is it scripted, is it known

Space is infinite?

And we’re spinning on a globe?