[00:00.000] [00:59.694]The great truth is there isn't one  [01:05.773]And it only gets worse since that conclusion  [01:12.723]The irony of being an extension to nothing  [01:18.490]And the force of inertia is now a vital factor  [01:25.423] [01:48.308]And there is despair underneath each and every action  [01:55.170]Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness  [02:01.225]Burning bridges becomes a habit to support  [02:08.030]And the front line expands like there's no tomorrow  [02:13.267] [02:38.000]I envy the maggots  [02:43.911]Their stuff at least sticks together  [02:49.630]Better than laudations of misinformed seers  [02:55.312]And those are lengthy annals of shame that we work with  [03:00.578] [03:01.193]It's like dumping dead meat at the brink of Styx  [03:07.240]With a barge that we made of what was left of Yggdrasil  [03:13.181]After veterans of spiritual revolts were done with their armchairs  [03:19.901]And I don't even remember which brink is which  [03:25.601] [04:14.196]The odour of sanctity is just refined stench of existence  [04:25.500]Shining pearl of Augeas' crown pales in comparison  [04:35.020] [05:00.200]And there is despair underneath each and every action  [05:00.182]Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness  [05:13.219]Burning bridges becomes a habit to support  [05:19.918]And the front line expands like there's no tomorrow  [05:25.279] [05:49.526]The grotesque eagles of misfortune, well fed on Thanatos, sit still  [06:01.984]It's the dignity of scavengers at the ever growing garbage dump of life  [06:13.600] [06:38.026]There is something about the rigid posture of a proper, authentic blind  [06:49.836]As if extended arms reached to pass his blindness onto others [07:02.303]