Patterns Of Decay - Reality And Other Falsehoods lyrics

There are just an infinite amount of variables in this equation There is no control And I guarantee my hypothesis is dead wrong So it seems this theory is exactly that A solution based on observations You'll find it hard to breathe When your cities turn to sand At the bottom of the sea The lines have begun to fade The dimensions are overlapping And the frequencies are getting harder to identify Parallels stagger I'm becoming more aware, a perceptual transformation Constraining bonds releasing me from this hell You'll find it hard to breathe When your cities turn to sand At the bottom of the sea It's a program A simulation of what it feels to be alive You emulate The basic functions needed to survive So sell your soul for a roll of the dice Another wager settled in blood.