I contemplate only shreds of truth, that nocturnal gusts make whirlpoolStrangled idols, seduced souls, opaque state of joyTime after time all idols have been strangledResignation to uncertainty, resignationTo the essential asymmetry of the worldDay after day the idols have been strangledIn this mute instant of silence all reality seems to have its own reason to existI’m two voices, duality, I’m a witch that must not count to tenTime after time all idols have been strangledResignation to uncertainty, resignationTo the essential asymmetry of the worldDay after day all idols have been strangledIn this mute instant of silence all reality seemsTo have its own reason to existLife! Death! Time! Pain! Joy! Silence!An instance of silence between two noises of lifeCut throat of not lived timeShredded leaves of my wretched lifeDeath glance, bringer of lifeShelled by the system, blinded by faithGuided by instinct, armoured by painTime after time all idols have been strangledResignation to uncertainty, resignation to this shutter worldTime after time all idols have been strangledResignation to uncertainty, resignation to this shutter worldDay after day all the idols have been strangledIn this pure instant of silence, infected by seduced souls