Structured 歌词

Facing at an awkward angle The universe is built up from the smallest molecule Twitching hesitantly at the construction Creation, horrific in its beauty Delving deeper, it watches with detatchment Curious nature, yet distant sensations Rising from a fog holding hatred close Without movement it becomes the watcher, going deeper Residual tremors of uncertainty Inability to grasp the spontaneity Distancing yet watching with deeper intensity One can believe they watch the work of their deity A horrific beauty emerges With eyes intent on domination Stifling with regret, the urges Which will carry over into adoration Examining the construct of humanity Deconstructing a smothering reality Expose the horrors that cause hope to rupture Analyze the molecules that become structured Wait to find the eternal No instant gratification Denying the urge of the maternal Where existence becomes an abbreviation To exist as though structured