Eternal search for pleasure

Target of the hunt is received

Contracting hallucinations

Concept of chronology is lost

Paranoia is haunting

Sonic whispers criticize

Trails of motion

Optics engulfed in black spheres

Vocal activity uncertain

All speech is butchered now

Ecstasy craving intimacy

Hatred is pressured by the priest

The little men emerge from the walls of the past

Constructing their humble abodes

Nature's concoctions contort

While poison mutates our chromosomes

Closing my eyes

The men dance with the serpents

Pentamorphic arrangement

The candles glow incumbent

My eyes are now open

The light refracts my vision

Silhouettes distorted

Forced to kiss the Cathari