The Unseen Lyrics - Singles - Medeia

My dogma 

A trait of this war 

Leads to an endless oblivion 

I can't see beyond this fixation 

As it gouged my eyes out 

I'll fall 

But never hit the ground 

Abolishing gazes surround me for I am not atoned 

Pranayma 

Now help me breathe 

Gasp the last bites of air from this cellar 

My lungs constricted by anticipation 

As I prepare to enter the other side 

I'll fall 

But never hit the ground 

I fall 

But never hit the ground 

Constellations disappeared through suffocation 

Air vanished through the hole 

Let to rot eternally in dimensions beyond unreal 

Hell is around the corner 

And already here 

This is the autobiography of a murderer