Further Down the Nest I کے بول

Lost between the razor traces Scratched confidence Found comfort in shadows black Taking darkness for granted Left open for what comes unseen: It's beautiful horror, it's wondrous seeds of doubt Gazing into the abbys with the intensity of a madman Desperately awaiting the day it looks back Lest ye forget the monsters Transgressing into a frigid soul Nothing to expect, nothing to suprise Shattering the precious illusion of potential Further down the nest Further down the ID Cold, inert Missed the distance, lost the trace Complete The Lord of Deceit rejoices