Grant me wings to fly beyond the seven moons...
On bizarre explorations from the deepest within to the endless beyond
I recover foul artifacts from another existence
and they're all the same
With elevating words I build my nexus
for my name is ArchMystic
Green organic technology and archaic pagan rituals unleash the secrets of the mind
Intoxicated I dream myself beyond the scarring talons of space and time
Colours of the galaxy, illuminate the sky;
Embrace the firmament
Lying eyes of parricide killed the art of suicide; derived the Buddha of his pride
Look upon your shackles made of lies, nailed to the cross, the icon of your futile flight
Shadows of the promised land, disintegrate the sky;
Implode the firmament
If I close my eyes, will you still be?
And if I go to sleep, will you be?
And if Death would come to claim me, would you still be?
I am the centre of my existence
The end and the sky stopped crying
for I casted aside the burning chains of time
and dissolved into the shadow-weaving endless
I live by the unwritten word of bizarre extremes; the promise of yin and yang denied
Engulved in a soothing ocean of light; eternally flying around inside
'I am on sand in bright yellow daylight, yet there is no sun
Then I realize that I am the sun;
I move out of myself
I turn, expecting to see myself as the sun
But I am not the sun;
I am ...'
Divide the concept truth in inner truth and outer thruth
Both are filled with chaos in which patterns are born
Accept the fact that truth is without shape or form,
assuming that the truth exists instead of being born from fantasy
Voyages beyond the mind's ability to grasp lead back to the origin of thoughts
Truth is but a word and it's meaning everlost, accept to be forever blind, deaf, numb