My way through the hall
Between the hydrogen lamps
I've lost in the darkness of
This supply catacombs
My lighter cathes the door
It's sealed with locks and time-worn
Release the power of
Post-human overture
Core
Center of grandeur and sooource
of Human corruption and
Fall
Progress must be under my control
Core will
Inside this work of art
My blindness goes away
Skyscrapers cut the sky
This planet doomed for ages
Sector after sector
Power of technologies
Disrupting the connection
Between the painfull centuries
Core
Center of grandeur and sooource
of Human collaption and
Fall
Progress must be under my control
Core will fall
There is my aim here
Source of grandeur is core
Cause I will die I believe
Technologies will be