Rows by rows, headless statues resonating. This ceremony
of cement resembles our thirst for humanity and feeling.
My blind eye: the offspring of man.

The modern theory for viability, translucent from the
eyes of command. This pattern in sound : the offspring of
time. The modern theory for viability, translucent from
the eyes of command. Imprisonment for the common man.
Downgraded psychology. A lesser fate for heaven. The
tentacles of control and visibility strangle hope and
rape freedom.

Rows by rows, headless statues amalgamate. Part the mind
of conclusive renaissance, and march as one as one
towards the breathing mountain of mirrors. Atmospheric
venom stains our sky with the preterition of tranquillity
combined with the souls of the stillborn. My blind eye: a
orator for ink. This pattern in blood: the offspring of.

Offspring of time, take my lead. Offspring of time, take
my lead. Offspring of time. Child. Imprisonment for the
common man. Downgraded psychology. A lesser fate for
heaven. The Offspring of time.