There's no heart in no faint solution

There's no last, just a pulse that aain now fades away

Bereavements? no third nor fifth repetition

(the odds and evens of a present pain)

Beneath a cortex to please the pleasant

It's this step down I built...

Ruled in selfrules

It's your lifetime's point

The stage in a blissful pain

Just a stage...

Recall your cyphred bluntness

For which you were meant to please

Dragged out by a miliard thoughts

It took your time to turn to me

All in all, all's to be lost

To travel down within the coil

Frailty, misconception

A lost strifle in a season's end

It took your time to turn to me...