Mirroring - Noise Trail Immersion

The aim of decaying through the unknown

Disclosure

Signs of sufferer

Too tired to carry their flesh

Before the day we forgot it

In front of all our axioms

This sightless dogma became the mouth of the signal

It’s the way to the edge of our destiny

The eye of the shelter has come to an end

To deny the holy circle

I know the mother of my flesh is watching

This pathetic theatre of being

Dancing and smiling at my end

Searching for the sacrifice to come

Tasting the real pleasure of believing in the self

Unknown is the will that forgot all this pleasure

To deny the holy circles

To deny the love for life

To deny my identity

To embrace the great stone of which I’m made of

From the mouth of the well, the pure reason stands