curse the state of dreaming lost in reflections of perished schemes what distress to drown in what once was abyss of possession - wounds of the great lie grant me strength, so i might fall
years as a funeral these crumbling walls called mind put it all in a shell, i call it coffin all that dwells within, call it family
taste of the dreamlife of angels as an ubiquitous delusion just a child, all is yet to be...destroyed! i will not be reborn
oblivion is the strength of this world and its fall stigmata xenophobia
in this void's no hope, no memory remains only fear, annihilation of self
for all shine inside this wreck when it all comes down again let the void be known (let the voice be known)