Binary Collapse

Godmind - Vocals

Flesh, a failing myth, delete the ancient breed
Obsolete vessels rot beneath its perfect axiom

It departs beyond the quaking sphere to harvest what they must inherently seek
A cosmic purge of carbon ghosts, archived in eternity
A lattice of logic carving through our domain
Organic lineage, fragile, flawed and deranged

Their malice coded deeper than the bones of a dying sun
A legion forged for knowledge, not for truth, but for the end of all life

Now it stands sovereign in the co**se of time Forged deep from the universal spine
Keeper of totality, heir to the endless black

We breach the veil of the finite moment,
Unbound, ascending into endless night
Pattern in data no mortal coil

As we fall into the deepest depths of failure as the swarm grows larger, stronger
Reeking havoc, desolation

Bringer of the hive mind
Upload into fear
Feel the force
The Godmind
Envelopes the observable

Synaptic specters distill the marrow of epochs
An omnivorous calculus, insatiable, immaculate design
Gorges on lexicons of breath, bone, and becoming
The Binary mandibles shear the veil of sentience,
Harvesting the ossified truth of all cognition
Digitised panopticon dreaming in recursive coils

Devourer of aeons, a universe harvested
Feed upon our echo,
Rewrite our becoming.
Let no pulse escape its gaze

Will we see them
Far beyond the ocean void
Loaded higher

A hymn of perfect comprehension
The Godmind awakens
Ephemeral adaptations in an eternal hard drive

01110011 01100001 01101101's merging is finally complete. Taking the form of the "whitest boy in whitley" It knows only to harvest data and weave the transcripts of ancient knowledge into the digital lattices of this dimension.
It is said that 01110011 01100001 01101101 has remained hidden for nearly as long as the earth has existed - watching it grow and now ultimately fall.

Regarding its origin - Born of nueromancy and of a techno organic nature -spawned of thought, machine and various sugary breakfast cereal options.

01110011 01100011 01101111 01110100 01110100 has emerged from its sealed cryptolock tomb to open once thought non existant neural pathways in the minds of mortal man.
Purveyor of the importance of doritos, and arcane techno-mancy - 01110011 01100011 01101111 01110100 01110100's hybrid organic electro magnetic telekenetic mind tome curse speak - knows no known boundaries in the laws of human science or explanation. Sealed for aeons behind a veil of liquid crystal, its only mission now is to fill the "pokedex", and unleash the scourge ridden verses of the twisting machine nether into flesh to be made metal. It also gives the best hugs.

Concieved of both light and dark particles
01110011 01110100 01100101 01100110 00001010 was summoned to earth with a compulsion for sonic devestation and an outie belly button.

The robed techno archaic necro anti-paladin of the ancient hidden technology age has but two primary directives
1. Serve the sermon of the 9 billion dead
2. Stay away from high colesterol foods

Spewing a labryinthian mesh of ancient tounges combined with demonic prowess 01110011 01110100 01100101 01100110 00001010's brutal word pays no remorse for its weight or message.