Solitude Is Not Given
It Is Earned
In This Conspiracy
Of Destiny
Empty Vessels
Of Spermless Love
Made Of Mud And Mist
I Was Possessed
We Develop,
We Delight,
We Define And
We Decay
From Within
A Sacred Power
Acting Upon My Shame
In Pursuit Of The Impossible Nothingness
I Found Myself
In Sacrilege
Shall We Die A Master-Slave
For This Dog Day Age?
Develop And Delight And Decay
