Lost in essence without animation, Rejections of conscious physicality, Stalked the movements of those blessed with Life and mortal temptation. Avarice built over ages of watching These temporary sparks of radiance Glow, wither and die, Passing through God’s eye.
Lost in essence without animation, Rejections of conscious physicality,
Avarice built over ages of watching These temporary sparks of radiance Glow, wither and die, Passing through God’s eye.
Resentment and hatred Birthed from the lather Of time mixed with their jealousy And restlessness.
After eons of searching, with endless analysis, A gateway into life was found in the states of dreams, Riding the line between REM and consciousness, Their vehicles of excarnation found purchase.
Engines fueled by consuming the spirals of imagination, Churning through the fields of sleeping minds. Churn through The fields Sleeping minds.
Seeing Smelling Tasting
Through the eyes of the hollow, Perception is transformed. To witness the substance Of a world they’d never known.
Through the eyes of the hollow, Perception is transformed. To witness the substance Of a world they’d never known.
Churning through the fields of the sleeping minds, excreting the souls And enslaving the bodies as machines, As machines.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
