Look behind to find the strength and source of motivation
To maintain a steady pace, eschewing evocation
Look behind to find the god and all his hungry angels
They'll be there when you slip up to catch you
Catch you
Catch you
You better do not have the soul
You better do not have it
Fools are those who bow or crawl
For there can be no shelter
The game is never over
So gather your guts and proceed to the further damnation
Or prostrate and be freed from the petty self
Be bathed in perfect love,
The love devoid of any measure
No finish line
Exists this side
Of thermal death
Thus
No one is safe
The two are one
Until someone
Becomes dead weight
That's why it is an art
To choose a proper
Mate…
Confess of being destroyed
Embrace the void you've tried to sate
The world is ripe with sores
No wheat to separate
Whiners can't be winners
For winners simply cannot be
No one escapes forgiveness
Free will as real as nil
No finish line
Exists this side
Of thermal death
Thus
No one is safe
The two are one
Until someone
Becomes dead weight
That's why it is an art
To choose a proper
Bait…
The game is never over
Define me
Defy me
The game is never over
Define me
Defy me
The game is never over
Define me
Defy me
The game is never over
Define me
Defy me