There is no image of you in front of my inner eye I don't want to have visions that are not built out of my impressions Words so meaningless, ideas so uncreative
My abnormal feelings create other spheres Worlds of hate and destructive art And the consuming power that creates my own personality To include everything that you tried to build up
You wanted to give me sense, you tried to tell me about emotions A mind so unstructured, you won't ever own So you call it apostatized
In my cold environment there is no time No place for simple solutions Only despair, melancholy and overwhelming truth No soul, just feelings that consume you to death
We used to be like warriors To procreate our imagination superior
