[Note: not all of these featured in the final song]



I, wide asleep at 00:13 or so it seems

As my eyes roll back to inspect the optic nerves

The walls breathe with my exhalation

Disgorging our insects to unravel your world

My skin attempts to flee

A technological trail of vomit, blood and sperm

Snakes toward the rotten core

Maggots swaying to the rhythm of the universe



Tear my fingernails out from their tombs

Underversal architecture unfolding

The sky is pooling on the floor

A star or two screams abuse at my face

Reach down and pluck a thorn from my side

The placenta next to her upon the floor

Incapacitated?



A naked thought, incandesant and burning

Primal like the sun, nuclear

Will power beaten into submission

Instinct rise in domination

The insects are gathering to watch intensively

Creator of maggots rises, writhing and spitting

Pulls me down and in

Burrow into rotten flesh, vomiting and twisted in ecstasy



Teasing amplitudes of nothingness

Spun from the unreality chambers

I visualise deconstruction as the paramount of my fears

Who was this place?



Interjections of god, trapped in its own creation

The unbeliever reels

Intelligent equations decimate divinity

Formulated infusions of horror



Peering in they are pleased

The torment of the individual

Their weapon of mass destruction is the creation of new paradigms

No one saw it coming save the sightless messiah



And who gave it credence?

Who stopped to pay attention to a warning of cataclysm



No one



And now the end is here and no more cards can be played

You have no one to blame but yourselves for your weak hand



No one.