歌词
There aren’t truths in matter
My eternal wandering on this land is a desert, towards which I fall in flight from my flash
A hoarse voice, older than being, detaches me from my senses; in my second life I run
I run against that bygone litany, far from the visceral churning
Now I am a fragment, a reflection that twists on itself
Now I see Cronus’ incessant alacrity, poison searing in the arteries; the constant, repeated persistence of self; the cardiac vertigo, even the very vibration of the frames of reality, as in a liquid painting that exists, in unstable balance
On the verge of collapse, enjoying the thrill of the everlasting thwarted fall
From atop the most harrowing vertigo, I contemplate with desperate sentience, chimeras unveiling and disclosing; salvific hallucinations unravel, among the crystalline clouds of unknowing whereat I let myself fall
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