The Center

all along my windows are phantom limbs and the doors to limbo are razor thin all the ires of Enki describe the fall as the world around ignores us all the path that binds the soul declines to lead at all now the living and the dead divided and the depths of Lethe have drowned the seeds that dispell the nations of our disease and everything's a lie the dead are all alive now to fail to see the end appended the path that binds the dead deceives us to the end to try to lead at all appeases to the led & everything's a lie the dead are all alive now the feasting of the ayes ascended