Thoughts of response, theological kind...

Chasing the demon whose name is ignorance,

Pass through the descriptions of mental

Planes: forms, words - in instant you

Will fall...

Sense is the blink, the empiric extract -

To realize and feel

There is a fracture in walls abstract -

Consciously built

Grotesquely marrow is perplexed

Innumerable births

Into a concept of world

Which is just a synth of

False ideas, faults. Synthinity

Conceals....

A symptoms of corrosion and decay in

Every step. I suppose the truth in rumours

Told light comes from the Orient...

[Solo: Sergey]

Breath of sudden releif, inadvertent, entire

Falling like blink you're in

So the harmony rises inside

And reigns supreme...