Perfection. Utopian dimension. (Sealed rapture) Ephemeral ambitions of astral visions. In dreams the end was procreated. We see through the eyes of deadly entities. Chained by abstraction we march. Under the spell of feel. (We love it) Fear becomes too physical. Pain through the veins. It's all chemical / organic. We sentence our doomed heritage. Pain through the realm of men. We are searching for something to ignite the climax. The last will of karma concluding this drama. But existence hides the chance to ascend beyond the Eden. In elation. Our life will never be full until we reach the real ascension. Real ascension / death. Patterns of chaos evoke the sacred cycle to end up all life. We're all confined. Victims of syntax. Our codes are far from empathy. Our codes are far from empathy. Recognize the conception of the human in reflections of lost nature. In reflections. Stay awake. Don't be the echo of human laments. Transmute the paradigm. Evolve to the final form.