I am, my self, maker of all my failures In this misstep of evolution While longing for an ecstatic dimension The swamp is created by my attempts The same that binds me every single time And anchors me here Mediocrity drinking from the cup of pain The latest flash of a sad consciousness Keeping the soul calm, satisfied, obsolete A drafted path, always about to fall Knowledge instilled the idea of vertigo The awareness of downfall in human minds ♪ Widening perspectives of the knowable Creates a gap the consistency of a web The need for creation Contempt will be your fellow in solitude Judge and avenger of your own law Burn in your own flame Your heretic fire Burn hopes forever in rivers of black blood Raping portals of time ♪ Take for granted the open gates Of enlightment and justice And it will follow you lame Between fairness and black widows I bring the sermon of death I am the failure of my makings