The Alteration - Ascendant

Everything,

O everything is different from what I felt in the past

Somehow it changed to an informal mass

The changes, they fill me with restless seeking

The mark,

O yeah the mark it vanished in indistinct clarity

The mark that was given to me by his hand

I know this way I have to wander

I know this change I have to get through

Every step in this bewildered way

Every breath from the wheezing chest

A mistaken attempt to find my way

To see the things beyond the flesh

Derisively talking in every direction

Resounding echoes inside my empty head

Hungry watchers with eyes like cunning snakes

Awaiting my collapse under the tremendous weight

Exhausted by seeking tired of the unknown

He is the same though another to me

Yet I am the one who is the variation

The word will remain in my alteration

The word will remain