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...