Dreams which find us innocent for now
Will serve for all a sleepless night
We learn to tell dreams from waking
To realise who we are
Give me your abyss
Sell me your soul
Rage extends its arms to meekness
Victim's eyes smile at the torturer
If these are scales, what pans don't move
If there is justice without excess?
One short step from eternal art to artificial eternity
Pandemic destruction
Give me your abyss
Sell me your soul
