Mesmerized, obedient By the force of trickery and self deceit The creatures of this scorched earth Smoldering quantas of energy Creation of an "I" Through the labyrinths of thought The spiral shape is the constructor Of Self A delusion will soon be born The delusion of psyche and will As I dive in nothingness The cosmogony equals sameness This world was built by them To believe that the kingdom Will never end A determinist chaos ignores them When past and future is one The repartition of random energy Enhanced by the absence of act Damn your fake world Creation of an "I" Through the labyrinths of thought The spiral shape is the constructor Of Self A delusion will soon be born In the darkness I live The arcane light is devoured by them