Testo The Wheel

Dead, slow sand
Fall from above
Red, right hands
Tied in cuffs
Essence bound in forgery
Corona-crowned, mad ovaries
Potential kings
Are seized in here
In forward thrust
In cyclic rape
Demiurge lust
Obsessive drape
Sad existence parallel
With every toll on demon bells
Insane embrace
To crush dead space

“Hear me now!
I know
That time is no prison
I made a vow
To prove That clocks have no rhythm
In my cradle
Before this mess
I saw beyond it
I learned to express
The inner works
Of all in this room”

The wheel has no limits
The wheel has no end
We’re all trapped within it
We have to transcend
Its forceful enslavement
Of fireborn souls
Before our flames
Are swallowed whole

Ancient mist
Blinding gloom
An iron fist
Forced through the womb
Pleasantries are but a myth
Once you sail upon this ship
Obey or fall
Within these walls

“Hear me now!
You know
That life is no prison
Make a vow
And learn
That death is no schism
In your cradle
Before this stress
You knew the way
To manifest
The inner world
Of lifes sacred tomb”

The wheel has no limits
The wheel has no end
I’m trapped within it
I have to transcend
Its forceful enslavement
Of all I hold dear
And break
Its grinding gears

“Do you know
What to do?

Can you tell
What you need?

Have you learned
To push through?

And run from graves”

I despise
All you are
All these lies
And the stars

And so this tale
Begins again.