Everlasting sidereal record Trembling hands over perfect denotations The sense of great magnitude Blur the reality to melt the life lines (Blinding outcome) Degeneration of the machine Recorded in hexagonal libraries The syntax dances at the pace of the deceiving time ♪ The unbound abduction of my own conceptions Slay the perspectives Blow every organic fuse We're going to blow every organic fuse And make yourself aware of your burning crown ♪ The mirror is welded to the final rapture Pieces fit without preamble Sequence as a contrast, open your eyes ♪ Upstairs the purifiers are subject to the visual misinformation ♪ The search for divine conception is to fall into oblivion In some hexagon the universe is justified
The universe is justified ♪ In the final catalog ♪ The human, work of chance or work of the evil demiurges The imperfect librarian, easy prey of the prison self-deception The universe abruptly usurped the unlimited dimensions of hope The fucking hope