Provoke the divine

Since birth following shadows
Return seemed like a curse
No matter how far I did go
I came closer to step one

Poets talk of death
I talk of dying
Ending a journey means denying it

I talk of dying

The rain fell like shattered glass
Pierced the soul, the flesh, my heart
I believe in silence
In the null

God is forsaken by those who tend the light
Who look up in the sky
By those who tend the light...

The rain fell like shattered glass
Pierced the soul, the flesh, my heart
I believe in silence
In the null

I talk of dying

"You're everything I'll never have
I'm everything you'll never understand
We invented the muzzle
We sleepwalked in each other's void
We are eternal yearning entities
Defined by obsessions
We, of the fallen universe fix our dreams
In chemical resorts
Digging havens in the mud, we provoke the divine
So close to divination
Yet gravity is wrapped around our souls
Four minutes to abandon
An eternity to wonder..."