I crawl to the sober throne of god
And fear the being i've made of me
Open eyes to see the thousand faces
In one only turmoil and variety

So melty is the swarm and sweet
The sense is lost in the wells so deep
The shine's not there for us to see
No need of guide for this final trip

And the ground flirts with us
And to her we're doomed to be
With eyes to face

Once set the goals, those to get
In a way, will's bound in a way
Desire burns, it dances in your head
The piece fits, complete the nonsense is

Sewing the wounds
With the threads of our somber fate
The sad sight of ourselves is left
We're dead

The goals in a way...