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Shall I remain blind and divided? |
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I've tried so hard to find a way to disable this constant plague |
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My death is a rebirth, a resurrection to cure the soul and touch perfection again |
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I define the schemes for a new design of self-perception in my mind |
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Recreating my flesh now purified, an endeavour to clear the pain |
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I disconnect all patterns, disintegrate my blood and bones, then analyze consequences |
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My body is weak, in narcosis now refine, clarity and suffering thus collide |
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Deconstruction of reality should help me to |
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Understand this violent decay |
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Electric neurodrive to induce self-demise |
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Could I become God if I bled enough? |
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Synthetic pulse eradicates the structure of my thought |
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I recompose my nerves and re-arrange cells inside |
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A rough, carnal unit to rise |
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I am falling on my knees, my soul is burning |
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Dysfunctions of DNA creating components for an emerging spark of creation |
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I crush the border of my ego and I descend into a void |
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I'm floating through the perfect view |
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Of hidden truth behind this divine veil of light |
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And purge the poison of delusion from my veins |
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I modify levels of existence |
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The sequence is accomplished, my mind is now rewired |