Naked Eye - Asgaroth

Tension myriad eyes staring at your tomorrow

Access never knew we’re strangled at the endbr> past

the further: the descending coils of this paradox

Stream the nothingness: despair at the end of a hoping rope…

Standby the sign of me…

Some kind of unique form

…another season sliced.

Nail the inches: nail the seems to glorify the acts

Your mental sequences: sequenced emotions in a crystal box

You passed the further: descending coils of paradox

Strem of fulfilness: despair at the end of a helping rope…

A blind pain deceiver

In a vectored eye

Now we know what we became

Nothing is left but we

And my naked I

Some kind of unique form