Aphotic

g my sights on the parabola
My paradox within
Livid with dread I move slowly ahead
The battle is tied
But it is I who will always win


2. Glide

Woke up from where I lied
Off the ground where I died
Letting the water through the air as I glide
My will as high
Intense the side
And where I will always hide
The stone I cast
As if it where removed from itself
As I've been cracked
Even my teeth did not break it
As it did them
The rock was I
But it is banished from itself
The Last (no possible entrance)
Would there be two of
Or would there be none of
My whole condemned
But my hall damned
Slide away
Begin to decay (without even myself)


3. Psychoma

Entranced in irreversible thought
Believe in reality, I will not
Trained and taught
Blamed and crucified
Residual night time visual
Unclear sight strained
Irritate the ember of perception
Gravitate the physical gas
Leviate the twirling twisting storm
Cold, the melancholy envelopes all
Hot, the anger turns to a fleeting thought
Drain of thought
Psychoma tried
Conquer the waves of sight
Crush the day of light


4. A Chance To Live

[Instrumental]


5. Panoramic

Being as
An amber film I float
Light is
Dimmer as I settle
Like a fragile star
Eclipsed by a black hole
Percept, guard, clung, wavering in the breeze
Suspect, angelic, like a leaf through trees
Shadow, protect from failed dreams and impurities
Intranquilyzing energies surround
By coincedence or fate, her I found
My power to sterilize
Angelic mind tranquilize
Crystal clear to realize
Joined, our gazing eyes
Not to be
I, I must purify
Ascending
Away, I will return