(Always reaching)
(Pure surrender)
(Many become one)

The mirror unwinds: Twin archetypes collide
I am reborn, proliferated by a self-replicating passenger: Ghost

(Empty yourself)

Dormant dimensions grafted to my senses
Infected with fractals, a spore in my skin;
A sequence of consciousness begging to begin again

I can finally see the duality of everything
A silent abyss implicit in reality
(Always reaching)
We're hanging by a thinning thread (Pure surrеnder)
Waiting for the earth to turn (Many bеcome)

As my mind is shattering and the reasons to stay abandon me
I'll survive one death at a time
There is nowhere left to fall
(Empty yourself)

Broken visions of a future where we tear the curtain down
(Flesh of a different dust, buried in the shell)