Into this world

We might be abstract after all,
Though flesh beneath the skin may call.
Perhaps the world’s a living hologram,
A genius's program, an elusive exam.

Chorus
Into this world, we fell by chance,
By code's design, in fate's dance.
We touch the earth, feel cold and stone,
Echoes of pain from times unknown.

Into this world, we fell by chance,
By code's design, in fate's dance.
We landed on earth, on stones so grim,
Echoes of ancient sorrows dim.

Abstract are fears and vices we face,
Words, sighs, and their languid grace.
We're just pixels in a grand display,
Consequences of celestial dismay.

For death is invented, abstract and dire,
Terrifying, tactless, wielding its ire.
It swings its scythe in this hologram,
And here for her, we are just spam

Autumn's abstract in its decay,
Winter abstract as it holds sway.
Everything around is but a scene,
A creative mirage, a spectral dream.

Уточненная версия
We might be abstract after all,
Though flesh beneath the skin may call.
Perhaps the world’s a living dream,
A program born from genius's scheme.

Abstract are fears and vices near,
Words, sighs, and all we hold dear.
We're pixels in a grand display,
Echoes of stars from far away.

For death is abstract, dire and grim,
Terrifying in shadows dim.
It swings its scythe in this charade,
Changing patterns as they fade.

For death is invented, abstract and dire,
Terrifying, tactless, wielding its ire.
It swings its scythe in this hologram,
And here for her, we are just spam.

Autumn's abstract in its decay,
Winter's hold is cold and gray.
Everything's a painted scene,
A mirage in a dream's sheen.

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Абстрактная голограмма
Руда Ольга
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