Render - Northlane

Pilot of the biomachine

Manning the controls of a babbling monkey

The circuits behind the interface can’t be seen

So the truth is up to me

Is this life but a dream

Is reality all my senses perceive?

It tears me apart from the inside

The story we’ve accepted with malleable minds

Dogmatic perceptions designed

In egotistical pride

Have led us blind

Short of sight

Wondering why our lives feel like they’re lacking meaning

We have stopped believing

This is just a ride

Is reality all my senses perceive?

Is what I touch and I see all that lies in front of me?

We wonder why our lives feel like they’re lacking meaning

We’ve stopped believing

This is just a ride