Sunrise has shaped the city

These streets have sculpted my mind

Alone he rushes without sorrow or love

A grinding smile

Teardrops depict his face

Within the rainbow's tale

The beauty of a sharp-edged field

Unveiling the unreachable treasure

Where others behold the wasteland

Listen to the wind devouring the golden strings

A wandering life of joy and grace

Thank Lord for the man who is perky

He who sings of a bright morning

Consumed by the golden waves of ecstasy

Pain throughout the mundane night

He treads on pierces of shattered glass

I detest the skies for they enlighten this being

He who knows nothing but his will

He who melts his flesh as his hopes lash away

The great myths of men

Tomorrow's blistering child

The undying agony of not knowing

The insatiable path to ignorance

Under the deepest nightmare

I let myself wonder

Whose shadow walks that path?

Mine or his?

On their very last will

We shall shift the tides

We just want to feel the flood

The rivers causing the soil to avulse

Unpleasantries of human existence

The abolishment of suffering

May he rip these walls at last

Within the beat of a pathetic pulse

This won't matter to them as everyone's gone

To abolish his venom towards his kind

He shall crawl through this passage

A wretched servant

A vanquished carcass

To exist in this world

Misunderstanding yourself

Let the universe hang your corpse

The authentic therapy for your dormancy

Self-hypnotic dirge

The potential of everlasting fulfillment

Conscious mastery in leading damnation

The pursuit of what's already lost

The dormancy in a shackled nightmare