Из альбома: Subconscious Dissolution Into the Continuum
This air of silence,
Breathes through the sullen mist
Transparent winds,
Ease these age-old wounds
As stale thoughts disappear,
Through Morpheus pathways
I am in wake but dreaming
This warmth annuls,
As time drew slowly upon this wretch of life
Weary sighs of condolence never did urge with zest,
The fire within hands made to rest
Swallow me within sin,
This blood flows free through my veins
Procure my will through lascivious rite
Delving subliminal realms,
As lust invites me to stay,
Engulfed within flesh
Casting gaze at the puppets,
Acting out their play
Their slightly wooden frames,
Stretched and splintered by their masters
Crawling beneath their minds' eye
Those whom follow, reflect,
And do not become
Not to beNot to be
Their words waste my time here,
With their fragrantless tones
A veil to distract those whom wouldst live
To create,
Not to serve
I walk amongst the shadows of the dead,
Thoughts bleeding into the ether
Into endless night