Tension myriad eyes staring at your tomorrow
Access never knew we're strangled at the endbr past the further: the descending coils of this paradox
Stream the nothingness: despair at the end of a hoping rope...

Standby the sign of me...
Some kind of unique form
...Another season sliced.

Nail the inches: nail the seems to glorify the acts
Your mental sequences: sequenced emotions in a crystal box
You passed the further: descending coils of paradox
Strem of fulfilness: despair at the end of a helping rope...

...A blind pain deceiver
In a vectored eye
Now we know what we became
...Nothing's left but we
And my naked I

...Some kind of unique form

The cause for distress
Was never caused by what you knew...

That time you lurked in your world's shadows
A man powered mask among the mundane merchants
It was a game of taunting...
...And you definitely won the chance.

Those echoes, inversed, thumping on and on...
As i held your hands, again and again...

And i wonder why...
Was that the price to pay?
The seed in your inside I found.
Gave birth in the devil in me

It never would be late,
To take the las resort
A decision greater of growing closer to the sun
But take no frail movements,
Or else you will be lost.
The chances, the dreams, the pains,
The dancind with the sun...
Lured decoy

[Instrumental]

There's no heart in no faint solution
There's no last, just a pulse that aain now fades away
Bereavements? no third nor fifth repetition
(The odds and evens of a present pain)

Beneath a cortex to please the pleasant
it's this step down I built...
Ruled in selfrules
It's your lifetime's point
The stage in a blissful pain,
Just a stage...

Recall your cyphred bluntness,
For which you were meant to please.
Dragged out by a miliard thoughts,
It took your time to turn to me.
All in all, all's to be lost,
To travel down within the coil.
Frailty, misconception,
A lost strifle in a season's end.

It took your time to turn to me...

There i stood buried in the sand
As it rose in front of my eyes...
As it rose in froont of my mind...
Those 20 eyes staring into the onsome

I'm buried...
I'm choking...

And upon his loins, thirsty beasts
Bearing the burden of pain...
...In those faces...
Through his hands enchanted fo my please,
As I creep beneath the graven soil...

Will I evenr understand?
What it ever meant?

These lights protraying horizon beams
These forms, signs altered by a kind.

Striking errors from the past
Individual lure on extinguishing light
Decayed core, only dust and despair.

Mindscapes modulated in malfuncition,
The core in natural movementes
Senseless sense intangible motions
An unmeasured declaration
For a knowledge untaught

It's a new waypoint for us all from now
When things are not all though what they seem.
It's a time to burn in our ashes...
...Or was it you who began to doubt

Now we're forgetting what it was all about,
As we took our chances in this free world above.
In a godless theurgy in a dismissed ordain,
Followed by them all.

Descent to Dion
Let us meet for what we failed
Drink with my cup and spil on your fate.

Descent to Dion
I never knew what was to be done.
Did I ever need to be shown the paths?
It's this world coming apart,
As we drink in joy in our cult to Dion.

Drink in this, our theurgy.

(Pulling the threads
Which stand forever
As the streams that will rage...)

Three eyed senser, agent in all matter
Brought to this world
With the hands you once called wind
Dettached grandeur blatant forgiveness,
The cause for this distress
Is the mere wrongness
Be this, your presence.

My child don't do that again,
If else i'll take you where you belong.

Serial lists of movements
So tactfully obeyed.
With no words ledt to say
I lead to my private ocean.

[Instrumental]

Take a look in your own self
And see what's behind the voice
The self-riddance you named after conscience
Now stands before you as a man.
A sinful ensemble beneath a dried out skin
Maybe time will tell what I knew
(From the very start)

I strangled your inside,
But now you're on your own.

That pail red light that burns my seems.
A crimsom pail fading pyre,
The day my funeral was delayed...

I fought my way back through billion stars,
In a pointless trip in your recede...

...And I'll breed in the edge of your source
I'll breed on...
Red shift.
Heart's recede,
Red shift...