I can hear them whispering Outside the doors of crown creation Conspiracies Collaborations To bring me back to earth Reminisce of your injuries Out in the dark they caused Confusion To separate your spleen - Turpentine your skin Servent save your screens A spate of seraphim paves the way within Your stolen hymn The morning star and the morning after Intoxicated saint, a poor investment Oh Then comes forth the evening And with it - scents of contemplations Of reveries, war declarations ... Even if I knew I'd never tell you where I am going to Nevertheless I could not spin a thread long enough Long enough to bring me back I'm diving up the drone Through a trumpet blown by God itself Empyrean Empyrean Enoch got nothing on me! To separate your spleen Turpentine your skin Servent save your screens A spate of seraphim paves the way within Your stolen hymn, the morning star and the morning after Your left hand path, your right hand path it doesn't matter I have to get some sleep I can hear them whispering Outside the doors of crown creation Conspiracies... Collaborations...