Surfing the line of manifestal wreckage

Being beaten to the ground

Subliminal constancy

This mess we're in



Feeling what is supposedly ending

So goddamn tired of pretending

...Of being this & that in dear times

Please read between the fucking lines!



So little one, been let down again?

Dwell between my wings, wanna get born again?

Destination devastation

Taste my disappointment, have the drugs kicked in?



Caught in the middle, choked on a breeze

A pull from silent unfulfillment

The king without a silver spoon

What is earthly mine, righteous or divine?



I'm probably loosing in the end

Might not from grace descend

Embrace nor beginning nor the end

The words unspoken, an eternity of fallen rebellion