The incoherent system of life. Structured in my self dark ideology. "But why am I sombre with pride?". It may be a prelude to a symphony. . Through this prelude Carnal Confinement.
Get me some divison,. I called the dead by night to the god!. Allay the chaos!. Chains to my last victim!. . Set up the lights on the way to the skies.
I'm drowning in colours. In a pool of flaming stars. All the giants are dead. It doesn't matter who you are. I'm floating in light. Plastic rooms and liquid space.