Abstract Ritual by Omega Diatribe
Running pieces of time,
I stand on the face of the moment
Am I the edge between parallel
Am I wasted, am I the laid secret connection, the hand of the ones?
They offer the eternal gloom: âtake the shadow and liveâ
How could it be absorbed in the mind when Iâd concealed my senses?
And it returns.
Itâs me sitting around the sun with these beings
Iâd sunk the key for my projections into a cube and swallowed
To attach the new molecules
To be the eye
Cause I spent here a lot of time to try to be perfect
Cause I spent here a lot of time to be betrayed
Cause I spent here a lot of time to prove but i failed
They said in vain, to hold my own
Itâs all you around me, no pieces
In the circle we are equal and extracorporeal
Itâs all me around you, no pieces
Hidden colors melting me into my own skull
When i catch the line the whole world infiltrates, my eyes unite
Restart the journey through a wormhole, generated by fear and blood
Thatâs my own sun
Itâs me sitting around the sunâ?
In the circle of abstract ritual