Stigmata Nothing
Chase the precious cycle
Twisted narration indefinite notion
From silence to sound, sound to bedlam
Nothing is certain… Nothing ever is
Fly…Drift…Soar…
The only certainties in life are the uncertainties
Regenerate this non – reflective paralysis
Ramifications of this astral journey
Out of the body, into the outer cosmic sphere
Out of the body, into the celestial conscious sphere
Chase the sacred miracle
Twisted illusion, subliminal delusion
From darkness to light, from light to sound
Nothing is certain… Nothing ever is
What are we becoming nothing
Peel the layers you will find something
Break your face to see the mirror
Hope lies splintered but encumbered and alone
While these feelings slowly ebb and flow
The only certainties in life are the uncertainties
Nothing is certain
Nothing ever is
Nothing is certain
Nothing ever is
