Tabula Rasa

Square one, blank slate Beginning of consciousness, our template Exploits destroy Our innocence and our faculties Falling leaves, failing dreams Moreover an undead cycle Charred past, typecast Expiration of the soul Epistemology Branch of knowledge, our theory Sensory Experiences etched in my psyche for all to see Sandblast off the rot Blistered being, new persona Immortal Foreshadowed in the tale of Lazarus Unholy life, to cheat death Re-up with this contract of the damned and wretched Kings, of the underworld Sign your essence away Fertilization of consciousness, genesis Subconscious make over, pneuma untraceable Lifetime has rolled over, irrevocable A raw deal confirmed Environmental Calluses spreads My new vessel All mine to blot Back again, same buy Product so addicting, clandestine Transmigration A process so abhorred and loathsome Greener pastures, blackened chapters Nothing will stop our chase for nadir Tabula Rasa Potential for endless perfection A blooming resurrection