Drugs stop the dreams Machine-fed transgressions Forced sleep digression Shift the state of it all Unconsciously just a sink of horror and depravity; Even if we have the best of intentions All in vain we sink with cruel gravity... Nothing endures, nothing is certain, Nothing is the portal, existence is nothing It is said that the end justifies the means But what if there is no end? All of the fools believing, just a grand solipsism The creases of reality collapse existence is void Demon hosts; ravage us Portals into futility; forever opened Defile creation, imminent decay Decay, decay, decay, decay, decay, decay...