Transmutation ... I feel the taste of xerion As the fireeyed falcon See to the river of no source or mouth In my own microcosm I soak in the particles of matter With surgical precision I cut my gem Demiurge Every day and every night With no needless moves Just cold sound judgment Absorbed with creation ... I am consciously taking one step too far Ouroboros Now I am two -- mouth Sublimation Two states -- it is no enough I belch heretic poison I strive to the triple point I blare cosmic radiance The pleasure of annihilation In the microcosmic madness I am consciously taking one step too far Disturbing the process of endless repetition