[GODS:] She believes she is embrancing infinite truth. One feeble spirit touch and She will catch the first glimpse of disharmony. [SHE:] Resting from my godly gift Shades of formless visit my dreams A vague voice, a grinding graze Exposing me to myself
[Chorus:] How can this be? The world I perceive has to be me Are these dimensions out of reach? An absent-minded, anxious god Twisting the lives in a mortal shell Let me dissolve into the formless world [Chorus] Even he almighty are intended to fall