| Shall I remain blind and divided? | |
| I've tried so hard to find a way to disable this constant plague | |
| My death is a rebirth, a resurrection to cure the soul and touch perfection again | |
| I define the schemes for a new design of self-perception in my mind | |
| Recreating my flesh now purified, an endeavour to clear the pain | |
| I disconnect all patterns, disintegrate my blood and bones, then analyze consequences | |
| My body is weak, in narcosis now refine, clarity and suffering thus collide | |
| Deconstruction of reality should help me to | |
| Understand this violent decay | |
| Electric neurodrive to induce self-demise | |
| Could I become God if I bled enough? | |
| Synthetic pulse eradicates the structure of my thought | |
| I recompose my nerves and re-arrange cells inside | |
| A rough, carnal unit to rise | |
| I am falling on my knees, my soul is burning | |
| Dysfunctions of DNA creating components for an emerging spark of creation | |
| I crush the border of my ego and I descend into a void | |
| I'm floating through the perfect view | |
| Of hidden truth behind this divine veil of light | |
| And purge the poison of delusion from my veins | |
| I modify levels of existence | |
| The sequence is accomplished, my mind is now rewired |