I can feel the cancer growing  Scourge to the ancient code  Perfected through infinity  It mars the preset mold    We try to see forever  Designed to doubt our ability  The mind rot with disease  Enigma to our sempiternity    You feel the forces  From beyond within  Still you are unsure  It drives you insane    Something always wrong  Festering beneath the surface  You strive for control  Your senses deceive you    Scraping at the boundaries of existence  Confined by your conflicted perception  Scraping at the boundaries of existence  Evermore a slave to reality    The cancer spreads  Malignant, life in constant wane  Breakdown of the purest creation  Is there ever end to the pain?     In search of blissful eternity  Mask to the greatest suffering  Perceive a greater power  Fall into the dark nothing    Curiosity compels us  To seek out answers  We try to breakthrough  The wall just thickens    We contemplate  Our own eternity  Random perfection  Or infinite pattern