كلمات No Reason To Wait

Cataclysmic, temporal shifts of memory Vectors of light and dark refract Warping once straight lines of existence A conundrum of creation The sin of the creator Shattered dreams of this Are beyond repair Psyche falls upon the floor Cutting bare feet of those who tread Into the entropic Space of their inhabitance Chasing and growing Spheres of influence capture fleeting thoughts Of freedom, the eyes of the kempt begin to open Released into bondage everlasting A conundrum of creation The sin of the creator I have seen beyond the depths of creation And summoned down daemons from the stars