Probing... inward seeking new depths within myself an odyssey through my subconscious the deeper I venture the worse it will be I don't know if I
My veins begin to freeze As I adapt to cryogenic sleep Slowly losing consciousness In the grasp of high-technology I'm falling through the scrying
Cleansing my soul in temples of light Reborn with god's love, delivered from the night Given a second chance with a new life in sight But after a day
Rising he who was subdued committing acts of protest their speech of lave is misconstrued he will put it to the test Rejecting rule that's obsolete
