Streams of decadence swing and enclose the vital flux Epitaphs carved inside the mind of time, hibernated and waiting In this livid day seconds flow without breath, without lymph In need to receive this baptism alternated with suspended pieces of void Dislocated projections, blind moments of lucidity, perceptions... Never asked for eternity, is immortality my condemnation? Earth. Chaos. Order is prefixed, stagnating illogicality Trapped with feelings, means of self-control deprived of their basis Dislocated projections, blind moments of lucidity, perceptions of existence I knew what was behind the doors and I choose the labyrinth of paradoxes Repentine creations of the grotesque, even and boiling grey Non-abyss, non-infinite, a simple gurgling of motherly d**h Born from the ashes of the wall of sleep, orgasm of the non-awakening Dislocated projections, blind moments of lucidity, perceptions of existence