[Spoken Word: Moshtari Hilal]
Your thoughts are poisoned by those who surround you. You want to believe you are in need of these human beings accompanying you- the ones who exist in this room... but it's those who don't exist you need the most, because as you can see the room is empty. Sight is overrated, only these little beings disguised as frequencies creeping in the corner are the ones that are here for you. So the next time you hear this broken piano, do not try to fix it. Just let it into the chamber where you speak to God from. I've been waiting for a long time for you to arrive, because it's only me who you need. You are free to pick a drug of choice as long as it opens up the gate to this dimension I reside in... but please, before you come in, I want you to make sure nobody is following you. So take no prisoners; show no mercy; neutralize all threats. Only you are welcomed in this non-existing utopia. You have proved that you don't belong to this era. You have created a process far more complex for these primitive beings- even more complex for you to handle. Although the gla** is half full, you have chosen to break it, using these reflective pieces of gla** to create a wound that only sound can pa** through. Make sure you make a proper exit before you say your farewells to the beasts- but be nice. Don't tell them to leave you alone, because as of now, you've already left. It is I, Kabul, who you exist in. Don't think of the future. The future is obsolete.