歌词
Growing tired of the void, suckled by
The concept of relinquishing autonomy
The path to enlightenment inclines
Constantly, never giving way to experts
There is no meadow of regeneration, this is the
Hill of difficulty, this is the mount of worth
There is no spiral path to the summit
There is no other existential meaning
Greater than the view from the peak
The higher I ascend, the more I find the foundation begat
The higher I ascend, the greater my
View of the cities I've left behind
Oh, God of obscurity, deliver me into brilliance
Bathe me in the light of the outer truth
Give me the perception of the saints at the exorcist
Carry me to the summit of insanity
No voice from the heavens to reply
No hand of the host to seize me
Only a whisper in the gale, ambiguous but so real
Was I too close of absolution?
I gave my humanity
I rise beyond angels to the company of saints
