In the palm of my hand
I form those visions those worlds
Being aware that they would never
have a chance to exist,
Never to be successful, built to destroy,
Collapsing one after another
Never to be victorious, built to destroy
Falling down one after another
Inside my subconsciousness - blurred
particles of intuition
Marvel of imagination slips
into depths of madness
No glory just fury
Everything’s so goddamn blurry
No glory just fury
Twisted shattered bloody gory
Seeking senses among filthy
crumbling lifeless hope
I am! False creation
I am! Devastation
I am! Liquidation
I am….
Within me there’s nothing
that I could ever die for
Within me there’s nothing that I could live
Like a hopeless mother giving birth
to a formless dead flesh
Like a lethal syringe injected
into newborn perfect being
The endless cycle
The endless cycle
Like a curing formula killing
its own creator
Like a god
bringing to life his perfect plan
Into pieces it shall fall again
Into pieces it shall fall again
To create the world
and burn it down again…
