[Music & Lyrics: Christopher BW]

There's no heart in no faint solution
There's no last, just a pulse that aain now fades away
Bereavements? no third nor fifth repetition
(the odds and evens of a present pain)

Beneath a cortex to please the pleasant
it's this step down I built
ruled in selfrules
it's your lifetime's point
the stage in a blissful pain,
just a stage

Recall your cyphred bluntness,
for which you were meant to please
Dragged out by a miliard thoughts,
it took your time to turn to me
All in all, all's to be lost,
To travel down within the coil
Frailty, misconception,
a lost strifle in a season's end

It took your time to turn to me