(Composição: Tomas Haake) A new level reached, where the absence of air lets me breathe I'm inverted electrical impulses. A malfunctioning death-code incomplete All things before me, at first unliving glimpse undeciphered Its semantics rid of logic. Nothing is all. All is contradiction Grinding, churning - the sweetest ever noises Decode me into their non-communication A soundtrack to my failure, one syllable, one vowel A stagnant flow of endings. Un-time unbound. Merging to form the multi-none A sickly dance of matter, malignantly benign. Greeting the chasm - unbearable, sublime
