A mental pyroclastic flow of burning fragments A stream of chaos intertwining, melting, fusing the last remains of humanity, into a glowing body
I'm pounding and pounding this body into shape I anticipate the course of events Hammering its syntax to fit our needs A blacksmiths of mental confinement
My anvil consisting of visions to come My hammer, the vortex of god All the blood sweat and tears in changing our fate Who am I really to change and create?
Save me from presumption One universe away from... Save me from presumption One universe...