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Beholden to the turning

Symmetries of the mad

Beholden, never faltering

Chained to insanity

Beyond the eyes of gods, drowning shadow

Beyond the calling wild, ever open

Within the dark of man, holding vigil

Such is the fate of all, in this place of dreams

The cosmic majesty

The maddening symmetries

The vast abnormal dreamscape

The cosmic majesty

The maddening symmetries

No, I must speak no more…

Lacking recollection

No reconstitution

I must speak no more

The calling of the idols

Brings ravenous delight

Forms long since withdrawn

Return again to rule.

Watching the passage of aeons

Purging and purging again

Stand on the bones of those lost long ago

To stand now, upon sad heights

Fallen, into one

Cannot face this light again

Broken, holding on

Black and burning souls

Fading, blurring sight

Memories are drained

Try to overcome

All this cannot be again.

Staring oneself blind to see purpose in the sky

Bleeding hope in every breath

Visions flashing by that cannot be real

A twisted shard of life that cannot grow

Burdens none can bear

You feel the weight always

Sinking through time

Holding you down

Breathe in the vacuum

Scream in an ocean

Set fire to your future