The truth I seek is not within me. Yet what I seek is within the light… And in that light, there is an echo, a hollow echo, vibrating surroundings…In what capacity is existence necessary? Is this complexity a human necessity? No other is thought of despair. That it exists is enough to build walls, dig graves, silence as golden as their lies. Confused our tongues, hidden our origins, and buried us in a sea of contempt, for our selves and for the earth. To end the cycle you end the circle. Open the door, open your eyes…Fear enters your veins…A cold caress sweeps through your spine, reverberations. Once again it is made known, this reality…To gather rationale once more…Neither the sun nor the moon, holds sway…Illumination is key! But at what cost? Is it obsolete to gather information (in formation) Doubt your inner sense (innocence) Doubt your deepest intrigue…Through the slits in the floor, where I once stared through, now through my final existence, I am able to enter…The burden of breath behind me…The consequence long forgotten, In a portal between time, and absence of time. In a place between death and reality…A shadow amongst shadows in a wilderness of mirrors. Pieced together. Making fragments whole once more…And finally I perceived. A retraction of a hundred tongues, I spoke, now take back one thousand proclamations…All doors are open, no doors are locked, I am free to roam about these halls, unabated.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
