Between The Void And Infinity
Opinions, opinions, they linger away.
So poet oh poet, who's words clear the way.
Lay down the words you'll take to your grave.
(The church of God is forsaken without the hands of Satan)
To find our creator...
Lift a stone...
To be our creator...
Be as stone...
The rain of temptation seeps deep into every soul inside this dying nation of consciousness deprivation.
What a shameful sensation neatly wrapped into a bow beside this crying populations of unconscious generations.
Now follow me children.
To the void of infinity.
Open your eyes to unlimited possibilities.
And I'll wait for you between the void and infinity.