Elysium

I glow anger, pale as the cocaine of my lonely hunter. Defeat as a tool of character, your lips did hurt, but we've learned to enjoy the pain of constant need, in eternal plea. A logic that reason defies, observe the empty, right before your eyes, loose yourself in the act of comtemplation, with no expectations. We traveled insane trought the sun and the earth, stretching this machinery till oblivion. Remain the absolute consciusness of light, sinnounmous monologue, forces of death that blossow and perish and all in between... In the end, the Guillotine Halo will blind our souls.