Constant stops interfere my thoughts

Preventing me from descries of how fast the time flies

Not quiet at all but at the same time

Internal echo reveals the empty halls

My sight is filled with ambiguous pictures

Pushing away the quilt which protrudes when I try to calm down

A noble idea of a man with a singular core

But there's really nothing to look for

Layers of stratosphere under my cold feet

Accelerating space debris shortly piercing this head

Like an orbiter circumnavigating

No radar nor control, nothing to make me whole

Augmenting dark matter

A supervoid born of nothingness

Firmly questioning permanence

Augmenting dark matter

A shape shifter born of not seeing

Insane pseudo-being taken down

Tacking together from the stimulus stream

At what expense do we define a being?

Augmenting dark matter

A supervoid born of nothingness

Firmly questioning permanence