rehearsing the impossible cycles of common filth, prison of glass reitirate and reitirate
dancing around the truth, imitating and imitating, helpless deer of purity
i have been told, that this would serve me purpose
i've seen every side of myself torn apart, every facet empty of substance
i have been told, that this would serve me purpose
i've seen every side of myself torn apart, every facet empty of substance
reading null words, observing nothing, the ether we've been thrown into is only transitionary
these equate to blank pages, to empty canvases
there is nothing to imagine anymore. common filth, reitirate and reitirate
