VI - Aborym

Not a sacred place!

This place is cursed by God for sure!

See them try to kill the pain, blackness fills the mind, decayed

Swarming stigma attaches, insane

Yesterday, truth despaired, my life, stolen easily

Trenched again, unfathomed thoughts, my grave deeply

Stone grown, growing in squares, light shines me thru

Blindly finding, doubting, death’s riddles, so true

(Saxophone by Marcello Balena)

Going to the asylum to learn how to die…

See them try to kill the pain, blackness fills the mind, decayed

Swarming stigma attaches, insane

Yesterday, truth despaired, my life, stolen easily

Trenched again, unfathomed thoughts, my grave deeply

(Saxophone by Marcello Balena)

(Vocals by Karyn Crisis)

I fly towards other rooms

They all look the same

But every single one of them is different

By the imprints they project in this astral space

They have different voices and different stories

Different screams, different micro-cosmos

They all reveal the echoes of men who’ve all lost their way, yet remain

Their vibrations tell us:

Some of them went away, some of them are dead