Ringing out, the ouroboros symphony

In a bout, masses reciting litany

We fall in a line synchronized with principality

We move to define the scourge of divine reality

Gaze upon the imperfection (perfection)

Gaze upon the state of gravity (of gravity)

Look downwards toward the beginning's insurrection (insurrection)

Look upwards toward the end of depravity (of depravity)

The liminal epochs

A living paradox

Spiraling through a timer

Are traces of our primer

Gaze upon the prime perfection (imperfection)

Gaze upon the lack of harmony (of harmony)

Look upwards toward the beginning of extinction (extinction)

Look downwards toward the end too far to see (too far to see)

Look around at the serpent's arcs surrounding 360 degrees

Don't even try to jump out, cause the powers beyond weren't at all reserved for our pedigree

The signs read that we're built to resist, regardless of savior, the sin will not desist

The surrogates of weakness, we are its quintessence and it is our infinite essence

We're built to resist, regardless of savior, the sin will not desist, essence

We are its quintessence and it is our infinite essence

Twilight bathed in sunbeams

It will erase the nether shell

You fools, believing one can avoid sin

Residing in the vortex of collective kin

We've been deliberately tainted, compromised,

Even in arcsine, the snake slithers across both x and y

Tainted

It's all apart of a plan, manifested upon command, was the coming of its demise

Self-righteousness is to be abandoned, and your pious companion, unveil, lest you be unwise

You fools, believing one can avoid sin

Residing in the vortex of collective kin

We've been deliberately tainted, compromised

Even in arcsine, the snake slithers across both x and y

The beginning is the end

We've made it through again

Stare out past what's dividing

Holiness from coinciding

Ringing out, the ouroboros' symphony

In a bout, masses reciting litany

We fall in a line synchronized to principality

We move to define the scourge of divine reality