Текст песни Sovereign Self - Thou

And it was written across the forge of ambition...
Dismembering the vision, an inversion of form.
To make a scourge of past prosperities.
Pure desires warped in the crucible of deception.
Bent to a numbing hiss.
The whispered drone throughout the shrine.
Submission in occlusion, drunk on masculine virtue.
Backs breaking to tend the fields just to turn and set them ablaze.
Retreating into isolation,
The revelatory darkness where true nature
Is revealed -- and strength is found wanting.
Embrace aesthetic rigidities.
Adopt proscribed mores.
Lay wreaths of blame, a desperate slip of guilt.
Ever playing the mummer strutting on the stage of self.
Seizing callous disregard.
Assuming insensitive affectation.
Revolted joys, like foes in civil war,
Like bosom friendships to resentment sour′d,
With rage envenom'd against our peace; desperate,
Restricting, sallow; pale and wan, crushed from the ravages.
My waning regard,
Reaching like a dying limb,
A dead limb extending into insensate space.
Still seeking the old friend, through the rent in time.
The one locked in the carapace of frustarion and loathing.