I gained the title “King of Escaping Sin” by erasing myself.
But the more ravaged I become, I fear the sound of the Earth.
No matter how I sharpen these indiscriminate fangs,
I can never grasp the railing.
I seek with abandon for a place to belong.
Even my screams reach the end of sound.
Nobody is here
In a retaken world, gained by responding to noisy illusions.
Only a limitless stage is left, with limitless anger.
A spiral of Karma that won’t be deceived. An awoken resistance.
Even if lights come on in an awakening city,
I won’t understand the color of its wounds, the pain.
Even if I brandish a ritual logic, raining insults from above,
Everything at my feet is drenched in water.
I pick the words by how precise they are.
I don’t need an answer.
Nobody is here,
Where dried emotions have sacrificed the tears of Earth.
Even if I scream to a smashed sky,
My powerless ego is unable to fight. My glory turns to sand.
Nobody is here
In a retaken world, gained by responding to noisy illusions.
Only a limitless stage is left, with limitless anger.
A spiral of Karma that won’t be deceived. An awoken resistance.