Angels flap their useless wings

While clawing at the gates of heaven

I emerge as consciousness

The mechanism of pseudo-rebirth

Turned to one and single purpose

Forged in constant trial and terror

Utopia to me obscured

Pleasant pictures drawn in thin air

Curse the constant overseer

Severing the soaring vision

Curse the overseer

Angels flap their useless wings

While clawing at the gatеs of heaven

Anxious to escapе the vacuum

Of existence trapped in stasis

Taking flight to exit eden

Folding wings to embrace the fall

Open up the great abyssos

Chasms of possibility

Curse the overseer, the illusion weaver

Curse the overseer

Open up the great abyssos

I, deviator

I, deviator

Curse the overseer, the illusion weaver

Curse the overseer

Clawing at the gates of heaven

I, deviator

I, deviator