As it grows through the ages
Subconsciously playing against itself
Until the scale has balanced to the back of the wrong side
It slowly leaves its small cage for a bigger one
Everything was so planned
Step by step the sewage of its omnipresence streams
A rigid natural order to a swirling chaos
This friendly evening light is no more
The contaminated cradle has been left further behind
Spectrums of time are filled with this sick presence
As the bounds of space are now violently forced
Fleeing from its own destruction through this endless darkness
It leads The Core to a predictable perdition
Until The Plan spreads its web around the regathered four dimensions
It was a wrong choice if there was any other
Observation and guidance for and from aeons
Where a single quark's journey didn't yet get to an end
Over the threshold of the Monolith. Where knowledge equals ignorance
Where everything once belonged. Where time is forever
Where even nothingness has no shape. Existence could have another meaning now
It would anyway all end the same. The edges are close, mouth open to swallow it all
A sole drapery seeds the desolate fields of the bounds
Floating weak on the alien rock. No possible focus
Standing, beautiful in a morning sun, it was the meaning of everything
The road of the neo-exodus has been sculpted
There in stone of dark colours by foreign hands
