It's all this reeking ego craves
The sun to never set
Why do Threads of anger never linger?
Why does the ember turn to stone?
To where the longing goes
in with the sins of old
A face of nothing, to never see
as blind as free.

Everything I want is in the end of this
Everything I need will be the end of me

My Negation
Will you know my name?
And sense the Danger coming?
My Negation
Can you see my face?
What's to become of me?

The art of reduction stripped down
through what seems defendable,
scaled to bare revisions
to stop making sense
Levelling pillars of towering fear
Rational Instincts and Insight to spare
End of falseness, end of grace,

Everything I fear is in this failing nothing of what I am
in this end.

My Negation
Will you know my name?
And sense the Danger coming?
My Negation
Can you see my face?
What's to become of me?

Will you know my name?