Thrown To The Sun Kaczynski
Strayed from the common
I hereby declare my dissonance
I opt for being bereft of reason
One defined by the crystalline
I defocalized, outnumbered
Rushing out from every fracture
Upon the dainty conjurer,
I will unveil the ill-favored gaze.
The turmoil shall be lightening.
My ruin will be glowing.
Sparks shall fashion a sky,
A mark of your own torment.
It is your sign, what I’ve become
Go, spare yourself this sigh.
Observe! Until you go insane.
Taste the molten flesh and devour its bones.
Gather all your sense and crush it to its bits.
You’re not behind the bars of your cage
You’re in front of it!
Upon the dainty conjurer,
I will unveil the ill-favored gaze.
The turmoil shall be lightening.
My ruin will be glowing.
Sparks shall fashion a sky,
A mark of your own torment.
Raise your eyes up high, an icon gone.
Through neglect, we falter.
Thoughts falter.
Minds wander.
