The Hominid trajectory was the catalyst to forbid this inter-dimensional imagery For the substance of our existence seeps of earthborn putridity This mystic entheogen, skinning my essence from a planet of regurgitated monsters It ripped the threads of a dying macrocosm where all creations are charades and imposters I no longer sense a ghost inside my carbon-based vessel, the grief is horrendous But I rest in comfort of knowing my soul is eternal and my consciousness endless As my fleshed flame was quenched with gloom The eternal darkness took my soul to consume I can overhear my shadow's dimming cry, It wept and said, "Only that of which can destroy itself is truly alive" I no longer sense a ghost inside my carbon-based vessel, the grief is horrendous But I rest in comfort of knowing my soul is eternal and my consciousness endless As my fleshed flame was quenched with gloom The eternal darkness took my soul to consume I can overhear my shadow's dimming cry, It wept and said, "Only that of which can destroy itself is truly alive" No longer was I to be revived My body had been purged, bathed by the sound of fliesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
