"The graft between me and the earth's inner layer
Is ostensible ruination for self enlargement
Scales will cleave and a melted surface covers me
Logics will shatter and I'll rest in my eternal sea

Lava beams of time forging my crust of heart
Rivers of regeneration scorching my mind
Words of evolution filling the veins
Time's on the side of nerves that rooting in soil

I choose the call of shining brimstones
And aim it to the unknown providence
We will exuviate to ablaze the past
The molten ashes bury the dead ones to build another city

Our darkest ideas will flame the way of wisdom seekers
Lights would perish when holiness feels guilty
But the ascension to the core
Shall kindle another ablaze through obscurity

As I feel nonsynonymous substitution
Missense mutation calls evolution
Deleterious or solution?
Submission will be not conclusion

From the summit of mountains
Blood will scythe to pillage our alertness
As we leave this frame of sickness

Our marrow will cure by sands of pureness
This lasting disease finally subsides in arms of perpetuity
Reaching the state of embedment
To rely on constructive decay and obliterate the past
Every step spans centuries
But the present moment was key
It's a worthy vortex to sink into
The only real clock should be
Circulation of the fourth dimension
has created a hole based on depth
Now we waste ourselves on cycle

Alas! Blindfold sluing around the eye of the storm

I sacrifice my hollow side to be a better god of myself!

I examine living in the medium of the cosmos at large
And trying to escape from meaningless arrows of not being here and now
I redefine the standards and expunge all the objective values

Through the devouring maze of self-transcendence

Inverted Gaokerena flourishing in my lungs
Capillaries of the root, furl larynx of my thoughts
No ax will cut this bough transmutation
The existential fruits of mine are the revolution

As I feel nonsynonymous substitution
Missense mutation calls evolution
Deleterious or solution?
Submission will be not conclusion"