The world will little note, nor long remember what we are going to say here, Let’s remove our curtains and lay bare ourselves It is not simply within the questions Who is Alpha? When is Omega? But natural subsequence Related to the one idea There are more dire notions Than to be the centre of the universe The billion reasons that made us and the others around us Awaiting idle hands to birth them into existence, back from the stars The sacred balance of nature I mount the edges of sensation Portraying the prologue of your hideous grin I ambulate on your sadistic cathedra Waiting for the moment of your condemnation It is a colossal mistake to theorize before one has affirmation Incuriously one begins to distort facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts I who walks back and forth And you are who checkmate I who breaks out from the truth You! Shape it back out of lies There are more dire notions Than to be the centre of the universe The billion reasons that made us and the others around us Those waiting for our actions for them to exist, back from the stars The sacred balance of nature I mount the edges of sensation Portraying the prologue of your hideous grin I ambulate on your sadistic cathedra Waiting for the moment of your condemnation Pandered me with the prospect of death Unraveling doors to other ruptures Realms of peace and tranquility A perfect portrait of the world 6 foot under The approaching of our instincts, bringing them to the very now We stand between cause and correlation Adding numbers to the matrices you're subsidized Creating worlds out of life's circadian rhythms To a hollow existence such as yours deprived of hallow minds Ladies and gentlemen I am kneeling down my sanity Toward your falsified philosophy Expecting our last applause You forgot who you are Another human-made god You exist beneath Khronos Crawling and moaning For forgiveness, a life escape, a salvation There is yet another encore to declare As I turn my back now Toward the demise of the epic of yours