terrifying is the sound, the ice breaks beneath you
they would never pull you out, but i would and i will
drawing ever closer now, the construct surrounds you
i can only give you more, though you push me a way

the hole you feed, it will gratify you instantly
but what of me, am i far too real for you to see?

"the end is nigh, it lives i die,
or bow before its feet
we synthesize, blow open wide,
and i'll wake up obsolete"

all alone out there,
miles of beach stretched between us
all your feelings soiled with with acid and sad
crawling through the sand, your mountain of data
everything you've sought, corrupted and bad

the hole you feed, it will gratify you instantly
but what of me, am i far too real to see

"the end is nigh, it lives i die
or bow before its feet
we synthesize, blow open wide
and i'll wake up obsolete"

in the waning light of what's digital
make you whole
I will pick you up, i'm your chariot
take you home