Abstract tears to the ground   Soft years of melancholy   A draft of inner advice   To welcome the strangers neighbor   A vast, swift talk of romance and despair   A bellboy's journey through the eight limbs of Yoga      An efficient success of lost ego and body   Flannel flirtation, a chasm of childish obedience   And I can see you all, for this is without blur      Glorious destruction   Glorious creation   Grimly folds with luminous elegance   Winged between the corroded amber      I scent a fragrance from the past   Bright as death, it came soaring towards me   Something's missing and I don't know what it is   Forlon satisfaction, admitting the selfish seal   And the serpent's steel      Directly from the ocean of flowers   Visual contact, planet B8----18   Sonar disturbance   Asmodeus comes with terror   In spontaneous air corridors   All for the phantom to inhale   For today is forever      And the world grew without form   And for those who planted their seeds of   Reliant vulnerability   Chakra Nadmara, I wish I was as fresh as you   Find your way, the "asphyx" teaches   Rumble, dismay, a chronicle of the samurai      Oh you are crystalline, I say, you are made of pain   For only suffering can create such beauty   And only suffering can wipe out your tears      I remember I ate of the tree   And hence of the wisdom of which we may speak of   The tedious ones are those who attends the mask of   Which they seek      I open up for the flavor of starvation   There is absolutely no one there,   And "his" is for sure, as we grasp to reach the light   Slowly to mosey   I'll drag you by your horns   For with a whirling emblem cracking the dawn,   I face the goat at sunrise