Grand structures, scrape the cosmos
And shadows, dance with deceit
My presence is known, yet obscured
Amidst the babel of voices
As concrete tendrils unfold,
My oppression grows and grows
On your fragile, naive soul
I am the eidolon
Master of all
I am the silent call
Of the common mind
Your senses dulled by the
Changing colors, glowing screens
Mind aside, as you grind
A false, soulless existence,
A foul perplexing haze
Is that what you call “human”?
Infiltrating from the sky
Escaping from nothing to find all
A paradox of recognition and concealment calls
Calls your name