Rings of Saturn

Tormented Consciousness
Images forever lingering, only to be recognized by pure absence Hyperbolic requirements This is a place where the dead gather to dwell A hive of tormented consciousness, their own personal hell Their own personal hell Mortality, a fundamental human condition Curiously plucking out the bits of the nervous system Acting as puppet strings The fingerprints of god have touched those who are not so vibrant Tethered to the integration of human will Contort the flesh, and bend it quickly to instill the foundation of which a legacy is built A biological entity, programmed to kill Images forever lingering, only to be recognized by pure absence Hyperbolic requirements This is a place where the dead gather to dwell A hive of tormented consciousness, their own personal hell Their own personal hell Mortality, a fundamental human condition Curiously plucking out the bits of the nervous system Acting as puppet strings The fingerprints of god have touched those who are not so vibrant Tethered to the integration of human will Contort the flesh, and bend it quickly to instill the foundation of which a legacy is built A biological entity, programmed to kill Aus Songtexte Mania