Consciousness can't reveal his presence
Downturned eyes;
Trapped, hesitant
He's lost himself
Himself again
Tranquility remains, subtle feelings receding
Now the rituals grow fervent
No sign
of a god above
Trapped in all that's quiet(x2)
This, his practice;
Nurtured by absence
Doubt upon his mind
Voyeuristic practice employed with zeal
She's lost herself
Subjects change each day through misfortune of Fate
Following; sowing a spectre of doubt for their Thoughts to berate(x2)
of a god above
Trapped in all that's quiet(x2)
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