In the palm of my hand I form those visions those worlds Being aware that they would never have a chance to exist, Never to be successful, built to destroy, Collapsing one after another Never to be victorious, built to destroy Falling down one after another
Inside my subconsciousness - blurred particles of intuition Marvel of imagination slips into depths of madness
No glory just fury Everything’s so goddamn blurry No glory just fury Twisted shattered bloody gory Seeking senses among filthy crumbling lifeless hope
I am! False creation I am! Devastation I am! Liquidation I am….
Within me there’s nothing that I could ever die for Within me there’s nothing that I could live Like a hopeless mother giving birth to a formless dead flesh Like a lethal syringe injected into newborn perfect being
The endless cycle The endless cycle
Like a curing formula killing its own creator Like a god bringing to life his perfect plan
Into pieces it shall fall again Into pieces it shall fall again