There's no heart in no faint solution
There's no last, just a pulse that again 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 self rules
It's your lifetime's point
The stage in a blissful pain,
Just a stage
Recall your cyphered bluntness,
For which you were meant to please.
Dragged out by a milliard 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.