Текст песни Confines Of Reality - Goldenseed

Years of isolation
Encaged in a darkened corner
Observing a population of crawlers
Radially moving around my shell
Floating in my personal bubble
A multiverse of solitary perversions
The complex flux of human existence
Navigates on its surface
I am the director of those floating drawings
Molten borders and distorted images
Ordinary people's unsignificant lives
Are plot by a snap of my wrist
Confines of reality
Mass reality is the confine
Between my haunt and the void
A fragile equilibrium
Condemned to an entropic collapse
With multiple limbs I'll maneuver them all
Unconscious guests of my wrath
Into a miserable bowl of flesh
I'll turn their unroboant glory
I am the single divine being
Psychopatic puppet master
From beyond the universe
Moving pawns to end their games
I am the director of those floating drawings
Molten borders and distorted images
Ordinary people's unsignificant lives
Are plot by a snap of my wrist
I am the single divine being
Psychopatic puppet master
From beyond the universe
Moving pawns to end their games