Flowing river of lies saturates you in what is the world today
As the death of the truths makes way for the birth of the gods
And the rising of men
The walls close into a feeble mind
That crushes the eggshell of true life
And we are bound to this fate
That our choices make for us
For we are slaves to ourselves
And now in this beautiful garden
We shall lose life and lose body
To give way to that which is the most profound and truthful lie
The garden flourishes and withers
As are our sanity
The walls open and we are allowed to see that which is our life
And see it we shall
Until we are fulfilled with the knowledge that we are not really here
We are all as menial beings that serve ourselves
For profit or for self-satisfaction
And as our thirsts are quenched
And we become one with our bodies and minds
We are satisfied with the divine and ultimate sin