There's No Heart In No Faint Solution

There's No Last, Just A Pulse That Aain Now Fades Away

Bereavements? No Third Nor Fifth Repetition

(the Odds And Evens Of A Present Pain)



Beneath A Cortex To Please The Pleasant

It's This Step Down I Built...

Ruled In Selfrules

It's Your Lifetime's Point

The Stage In A Blissful Pain,

Just A Stage...



Recall Your Cyphred Bluntness,

For Which You Were Meant To Please.

Dragged Out By A Miliard Thoughts,

It Took Your Time To Turn To Me.

All In All, All's To Be Lost,

To Travel Down Within The Coil.

Frailty, Misconception,

A Lost Strifle In A Season's End.



It Took Your Time To Turn To Me...