in a crevace of stillness i lie,
as an immortal in passive doom
i can fuck myself back to life,
or forever be trapped in earth's womb
as a lonely vibration of pain,
thoughts are doors, words are keys
with my eyes feasting on the astral planes,
i must kill for inner peace
clouds amass in great numbers above the holy land
to serve as a guideline and fasten my hand
i call them together to harken their plight
and deliver the world from light
in fury and disdain, the forces of good resist in vain
the fate of the world beside me in a crevace lain
towering above me a messenger of destiny
to pledge allegiance or go down on me
peace denounced in favour of strife
an entire civilization fucked me back to life
