Constant stops interfere my thoughts
Preventing me from descries of how fast the time flies
Not quiet at all but at the same time
Internal echo reveals the empty halls
My sight is filled with ambiguous pictures
Pushing away the quilt which protrudes when I try to calm down
A noble idea of a man with a singular core
But there's really nothing to look for
Nothing to look for
Layers of stratosphere under my cold feet
Accelerating space debris shortly piercing this head
Like an orbiter circumnavigating
No radar nor control, nothing to make me whole
Augmenting dark matter
Supervoid born of nothingness
Firmly questioning permanence
Augmenting dark matter
Shape shifter born of not seeing
Insane pseudo-being taken down
Tacking together
From the stimulus stream
At what expense
Do we define a being?
Augmenting dark matter
Supervoid born of nothingness
Firmly questioning permanence
Augmenting dark matter
Shape shifter born of not seeing
Insane pseudo-being taken down
