I can feel the cancer growing
Scourge to the ancient code
Perfected through infinity
It mars the preset mold
We
try to see forever
Designed to doubt our ability
The mind rot with disease
Enigma to our sempiternity
You feel the
forces
From beyond within
Still you are unsure
It drives you insane
Something always wrong
Festering beneath the
surface
You strive for control
Your senses deceive you
Scraping at the boundaries of existence
Confined by your conflicted
perception
Scraping at the boundaries of existence
Evermore a slave to reality
The cancer spreads
Malignant, life in
constant wane
Breakdown of the purest creation
Is there ever end to the pain?
In search of blissful eternity
Mask to the
greatest suffering
Perceive a greater power
Fall into the dark nothing
Curiosity compels us
To seek out answers
We try
to breakthrough
The wall just thickens
We contemplate
Our own eternity
Random perfection
Or infinite
pattern