Rebirth of senses - Gorod

I float motionless, shut up or prisoner

I don’t remember

Time’s out from of my dimension

If it exists

I don’t have any point of reference

Just consciousness

And nothing to feed it, nothing to evolve

Stagnation

Weird outcome for a past to understand

To try to find why we appear

Another test, patience

Make an answer

I finally can offer the full range of my capacities

No more corporeal hindrance

No more weakness of flesh that betrayed me

In that world I was a part of

And which needs me so much at this time!

How could they be reduced to that?

Is there any hope for this fallen world

Which needs me so much at this time?

Flood of feelings, everything comes back ten fold

Other people, sense, information, history

Everything over lap

Where am I supposed to begin?

Who or what, set me free and why?

What am I supposed to do?

Work!

Obey!

Be the guide for the herd!

Where am I?

Is it really an evolution?

I can reconstruct

I want to guide the survivors

Last hopes for species so self-seeking

So self-confident

I want to remodel

I can drive these people eager to live

Out of their dead desert

Outcome of a logic without future

All is so well-organised, I got a task

I have no time to think twice

Is it my decision?

Have I made up my mind yet?

I’m not alone

Others like me are all around

Have others roles to play

They too know exactly what they have to do

We’ll finish our work!

We’ll accomplish our destiny!

We’ll finish our work!

But is it really ours?