Prowling Through the Corridors of Being Lyrics

As I walk, my steps are silent.
I leave no trace in underneath.
The sound of my breathing
Breaks into my ears,
It crawls into my miserable mind.
The eclipse of soul, that solidifies fast,
Eyes see in the fourth dimension,
My corpse is dwelling in a viscous swarm of pointless sights,
I prowl among the rotten figures,
I plunge into the swamp of desperate accomplishments…

The long way echo breaks the square through circle,
The pinion turns the way ahead,
And breaks henceforth,
Never seen avarice,
Never felt conspiracy.

I am passing through the walls,
The cries of litany they hold.
Whose laments sound deadly,
Resonating in the chambers,
Urging the lucidity to disavow
From piercing individuality.

Magnet of mordant words
Collides with seamlessness of sore,
They burst into a being point,
That shams the kind,
The hoax is epicentre here…

I break the core of evil,
I thrust the spines of dared to live
And bring their meat into my palace,
Scorched and scattered they lie,
Gnawed and defaced they are,
I drink the blood of them.

Begotten spawn has crumbled me,
The way I used to give,
I am yet not used to swear,
But I link myself to being of humanity.
I would desperately kill everyone,
If I would be aware of all their sins.

Screaming into hollow cell,
Concussion of unwillingness.
There is a future’s past,
Along with recentness of present,
Subdued and abased,
Choked with mendacity,
Shredded by the glass thrown out by the eyes,
I am weak and valorous,
I grip and follow the human skin-weaved rope,
I prowl through the corridors of being.