[Music & Lyrics: Christopher B.W.]    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...