Oh God...
What the fuck...
I'm floating. The holy ghost is my name
Lamb and goat, bliss. I fall inside the absence.
Speed of light, and narcoleptic dark
I'm pruned to the cosmos, and then fell inside.
I'm going to the center of it
I'm going to the center of it.
Deal with your choices, as the consequences come
You have no control and the World goes wherever it wants
Society was born prematurely sick
And if someone sits above, He just doesn't give a shit
Or maybe you've created Him, and the chaos that it brings
Does is bother you if good doesn't have a reason to be?
If evil can be compensate and you've failed to revenge, and so
This burden you've trown somewhere else won't go anywhere?
I'm rotating, and life is nothing else
Perspective is shit if there's no ground
Ortodox is broken with the hammer of Nihil
Rebuilt from dust, death is ecumenical.
I'm getting to the center of it.
I'm reading a truth that's so profound
I'm bleeding from organs I didn't own
Indescriptible horrors from the Void
Undivine cosmic God. Never dare to bother you.
The center is here
PARTE III
Light is dusking my mind
Erasing my life
Fading along the billions of years
Light decaying from eyes
Abject and denied
Am I still a human from now?
Dark is going to blind
It's almost alive
It has a place inside of your heart
Dark is almost a lie
Untouchable kind
How can nothing be something at all?
Read the last page before the story ends,
Any concept just doesn't make any sense
And the dream won't make it happen again
By the morning of ages, we're going to end
Am I even alive?
Am I even alive?