- Cypress Mourning
Humanization, a maze of nations
Divided between mares, errors and axioms
Being as warranties of self-contained peace
Civilization, a maze of insanity
Lost, deprived with no way out...
Cypress cries loud
We've made a vengeful enemy...
- Days that Didn't Make It
Fail
I've never seen more worthless things to erase
Dead
The only dead are these contagious remains
Choked from within
Sometimes the air can be so painful to breathe
Moral bleeds
They've only told that all the ends will justify the means… no!
- Here Be Lions
Out of the woods
Walked into path of enlightenment
Entered the town of ideas
They breathe
The air none else can breathe
How bizarre!
Depths of earth no longer dark
- Man from the Water
From among the clouds with no sound at all
I challenge the greatest fall
Earth's so beautiful
When only a light down below
…and no one to tell the right path from wrong
As long as I breathe I'll exhale all things wrong
The last hundred feet and this world is over
- The Animal
So little I have to do
To play with your feelings
Enough to strangle the queen
Your honey has taste of doom
Tears wept over a principal
And you still believe you're more than animals
So little has to be done
- The Sinless
Mouth that swallows guilt
Forgiveness symbolized
The shame, the sorrow
Hidden below the light
The sinless ones
Who devour the innocent
A tongue that licks the wounds in
The act of ripping flesh
- The Stepfather
Boldly look to the sky to follow
The path of the stars
The great introduction
To greater illusion
I fear
You figured them out
I know you'll figure them out
One day
- Unimagined, Unwritten, Unseen
There is no valley as deep
Where echo soothes or tears
There are no climbers as strong
To transform themselves into one
You can put them fingers into ears touching your eyes
But vibes of memory will crush them like a glass
You could break your nails, your fists, your teeth, your will, your legs, your arms
- Your Mother-Slave
Who made me your thing?
My son you'd imprisoned me
I had my innocence and You
Infected me
With leprosy of sullage plowed with bomb's plough
Sowed by goobers of chimneys
My body's old
And slack