Episteme Part II

Spheres bowing down to your name Here, and you’re just here
And you’re just here smiling
Is death a passion to you? Am I the substance? Of a Good for an Evil? The insult of frustrations
Surrounded by fabrics On enslaved bodies Time by showing itself scares me and I forgot myself in your eyes
I don’t exist
Some visions running on burnished grounds On those mirrors pushing me back and forth Reflections out of reach out time On those mirrors pushing me out
Am I myself? Am I cursed? And you’re just here smiling On those mirrors Pushing me out Precious pain You’ve given me a face
Am I cursed? Am I myself? Into the fibre, the flesh United in a shout, a shriek of rage Shattering on this glint
I don’t exist(I don’t exist) Some visions running(some vision) And you’re just here smiling I don’t exist(I don’t exist)
Some visions running on burnished grounds On those mirrors pushing me back and forth Reflections out of reach out time On those mirrors pushing me out
Am I myself? Am I cursed? And you’re just here smiling On those mirrors Pushing me out Precious pain You’ve given me a face