Alghazanth Soulquake
Invite me or not - I will enter anyway
resist me or not - I will sculpt you all the same
You are the soil opened for a grain
an empty canvas that begs for paint
Both venom and opium I am
drink of me while you can
call me madness or the redeemer
it's inconsequential for I am neither
A nightmare this is but in dreams meet we not
this window to reality you can't nail shut
in your eden within I am the tree of sin
the point where speech ends and echoes begin
Aberrant at heart, you must be erased
the rigidness of mind - by progress replaced
Both venom and opium I am
drink of me while you can
call me madness or the redeemer
it's inconsequential for I am neither
On a paintrip to the center of existence
the concept of commonness loses all meaning
a piece of broken glass on evolution's path
it is now up to you: re-shaped or removed
