So Many Things I Still Have Yet To Say

If I Could Incarnate This Feeling Would You Consider It A Creation

Imperious Doppelganger Of Tears, Playing Catch With Objectivity That Evades Ultimate Responsibility

I Wonder If We Have Become Wiser Than Gods By Making Worse What Already Is

This Trembling, No Longer Seems To Be The Axis At The Centre

As Far As The Left Goes, It Is Starting To Look Red. What About The Right, I Wonder What Colour It W

In The Hollow Created Between The Eyebrows, What Offering Would Be Most Appropriate

Without Doubt, An Attestation Written From That Time, Will No Longer Have Effect, Because The Wound

I Have Embedded It Approximately 2 Minutes And 7 Seconds Into The 4th Song, In Order To Return Here

Perhaps There Is No Need To Return

Preparation Is Unnecessary From This Point On…, Leave Me Alone Some Time