Angelic Fabrications Lyrics

Dream and immaterial align
Other lives have lived here
We are only tools of the spirit,
With no memory of life without its essentia

Is my sense distorted?
Is power for its own sake what we desire?

All that is is visible is plagued by death
Turn your eyes away from yourself
To disturb the peace of even the dead
As if in a play of breath

Spectralized androgyne
Enthralled in the violent ether flow
Challenge the curse of forever

A single memory, grows to occupy your mind
Place our eternity in the hands of chance
The mind is incorruptible, protected by the prevailing ways

I know your form, and I know your image
Between them, nullity
Finality broods upon the things that pass
Why do we change? I wonder...