Virtual Vortex

To be born, in a sack of sin
Condemned to the outer darkness
Emancipate the serum of soul
And transcend into nothingness

This is the God,that I create
Upon this naked form in infrared

I'm obsessed with what lies beyond
I'm obsessed to witness what is Not
Blissful time now to harness
The Virtual Vortex

This is the God that I create
Through the mystical scriptures
That flow through time and space

Left alone in the other side
Where my image duplicates
Itself and wonders to a parallel cosmos
That my psyche forlorn long long rests

I'm obsessed with what lies beyond
I'm obsessed to witness what is Not
Blissful time now to harness
The Virtual Vortex
I'm obsessed with what lies beyond
I'm obsessed to witness what is Not
Blissful time now to harness
The Virtual Vortex