Birth is the death of static serenity. Death is the release of cyclic energy. Pain leaves into the formless nothingness. Why do the thoughts dry material existence? Why does the body ache from mind mutilation? Mind over this world and soil over your corpse. Moment - word that is so undefined, as the parallel lines end in infinity. Idealistic view collides with intentions beneath the need of vast continuum. Words losing their sense from their emptiness. Is it better to shred the skin and wear a mask living as other animals, neglecting your advantages. Lying even yourself with meaningless copulation. Enjoy swimming into the deep sea of lies or suffer from the nails of truth. They slowly progress in your cells, tissues, organs until you become nail thorning apart their comfort.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
