Testo di Blackness

Reality has died or rather never been born it was just a woven imagination or just a habit Call it what you want She's dying chocking down and suffocating with saliva if i could let her died... we are tied together like good and evil anima as many worlds as many us Merciful god we are just tools in creator's hands christ you're a lie in the mouth of demiurge Blackness, blackness, blackness dressed in white System of control based on empathy murderer trying to make you believe Blackness, blackness, blackness dressed in white