Songtexte Inward - Thou
                                                Descend 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                ever-widening, 
                                                yawning 
                                                chasm 
                                                of 
                                                black 
                                                thought.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Descend 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                voidpit, 
                                                that 
                                                spiraling 
                                                hole 
                                                of 
                                                self 
                                                deification.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Escape 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                decaying 
                                                artifice,
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                illusory 
                                                sheen, 
                                                wall 
                                                of 
                                                representation.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Descend 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                ever-widening, 
                                                yawning 
                                                chasm 
                                                of 
                                                naked 
                                                thought.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Descend 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                voidpit, 
                                                that 
                                                spiraling 
                                                hole 
                                                of 
                                                self 
                                                deification.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                secret 
                                                eye, 
                                                all-discerning.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Alive 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                unspeakable 
                                                oath.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leave 
                                                behind 
                                                this 
                                                useless 
                                                flesh 
                                                husk.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Escape 
                                                into 
                                                hidden 
                                                shape 
                                                -- 
                                                incorporeal 
                                                figure,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                slumbering 
                                                god-form 
                                                -- 
                                                in 
                                                the
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bottomless 
                                                well 
                                                of 
                                                self 
                                                affirmation.
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                breathe 
                                                life 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                organ 
                                                of 
                                                hope,
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                will 
                                                cross 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                curse'ed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Boundaries, 
                                                the 
                                                lines 
                                                of 
                                                sundering, 
                                                feign'd 
                                                divisions.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                see 
                                                beyond 
                                                impenetrable 
                                                wards 
                                                to
 
                                    
                                
                                                Navigate 
                                                the 
                                                fault 
                                                lines 
                                                of 
                                                fractural 
                                                worlds.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Descend 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                ever-widening, 
                                                yawning 
                                                chasm, 
                                                murk 
                                                of 
                                                rumination.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Descend 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                voidpit, 
                                                that 
                                                spiraling 
                                                hole 
                                                of 
                                                self 
                                                deification.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                so 
                                                we 
                                                descend 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                slithering 
                                                depths,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lit 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                luminous 
                                                torch 
                                                of 
                                                measureless 
                                                thought,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Awash 
                                                in 
                                                meaningful 
                                                chaos,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rising 
                                                in 
                                                meditative 
                                                glory 
                                                above 
                                                the 
                                                grey 
                                                names 
                                                and 
                                                sunken 
                                                dreams,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                feral, 
                                                crooning 
                                                paths 
                                                lit 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                luminous 
                                                torch 
                                                of
 
                                    
                                
                                                Measureless 
                                                thought, 
                                                as 
                                                we 
                                                descend 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                slithering 
                                                depths.
 
                                    
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