White noises whisper along incandescent deserts Almost forgotten humanized fears revert The fluid oozes from my hands Falling down in a draining dance
Corrupted by the honey sweet recall The worst sins I'm going to invoke Every single attempt to resist Is rejected by acid puke
Come closer, get slower The time is nearly over
An instant which lasted for the eternity When the totality had been curbed in a crystal Lighted up fuse of chain reaction Having changed its primordial direction
The missing scene preserved in resin A fossilised domino is going to fall Tipped mountain upon the ocean floor
We will see behind the director's shoulders Over the angle covered by emphasized senses On boundless horizons dressed in acrylic Epileptic sequences of blackness
My North is pointing down It's the end of the last round