The fathoms of truth are where darkness is deep And triumphant over ideal and intellect Mesmerizing, paralyzing spirals of fear They become relief, spirit, and belief Skulls ascend high heaven's eye Death will receive, drowning pride in grief, Birth will come and tears will dry
Rather hear the ones carrying hearts of no light For but insects feed on stigmata
They did fall in reverse And speak their truth in secrecy, with whispered voices, thousandfold As willfully blindfolded eyes might give weight to the paradox Some would do well contemplating The faceless and shapeless state of equilibrium
Learn, while skin dissolves, to deliberate upon the thrice-lettered word For that which shelters, adulterates, revolves in Circles like moths to the flame To perpetuate the waters transpicuous and shallow So no one and nothing could ever drown in such constrictive seas
Insignificance becomes breathable Even when perceived as an ocean, For unconscious focus persists Until the I becomes a sunken city, Ruins hidden in the cold vast dark
It is through the gaze of the eye, That a face loses substance, Becomes stripped of all expression Until there is nothing left to hold on to, maintaining but bones and spirit, Thus essence is cleared of all false constructs, And towers of radiant unidentity emerge From underneath the cloudy surface to unfold in splendour And on top there is a crown enthroned, Made out of the remains of one million destroyed personas Forming omegaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
