[gods:] she believes she is embrancing infinite truth. one feeble spirit touch And she will catch the first glimpse of disharmony. [she:] Resting from my godly gift Shades of formless visit my dreams A vague voice, a grinding graze Exposing me to myself [chorus:] How can this be? The world i perceive has to be me Are these dimensions out of reach? An absent-minded, anxious god Twisting the lives in a mortal shell Let me dissolve into the formless world [chorus] Even he almighty are intended to fall