The worms broke through - pierced the shred of light. Seemingly a loop constructed by the strings. Is it only a theme? A semblance of structural time? Merely a dream? It won't let me in. I begged it to let me know and crawl back into the wound it bore. The psychic scar. Perfect symmetry. Fragmented consciousness bleeds dripping over the aeons spiraling out of control, quantifying the cosmos. "Here me bleed, I am eternal." I am only a theme. A semblance of structured time. I'm merely a dream. I won't let you in. Beg me to divulge and crawl into the hole I tore. Tempus edax rerum! The psychic scar. Perfect symmetry. Tempus edax rerum!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
