The hidden is obvious Disintegrates beneath walls of stone Cold yet unendingly atrocious This fire stopped burning long ago
The pain of longing is thousand times more bearable Than the anguish of release When the cogs of the godmachine grind no longer Will it stir the soul in unease?
Shapeshifter, naked eye divinity Introspective, face-deep misery Motion stand still in stagnance For one cannot divide himself into fragments
Desensitized, colonized, intensified, amplified
The hidden is obvious, disintegrates beneath Walls of stone cold, yet unendingly... This fire stopped burning long ago This pain of longing is my only foe