It's all this reeking ego craves
The sun to never set
Why do threads of anger never linger?

Why does the ember turn to stone?
To where the longing goes
In with the sins of old

A face of nothing, to never see
As blind as free


Everything I want
Is in the end of this
Everything I need

Will be the end of me

My negation

Will you know my name
And sense the danger coming?
My negation

Can you see my face?
What's to become of me?


The art of reduction
Stripped down through
What seems defendable

Scaled to bare revisions
To stop making sense
Levelling pillars of towering fear

Rational instincts and insight to spare
End of falseness, end of grace


Everything I fear
Is in this failing
Nothing of what I am

Is in this end

My negation

Will you know my name
And sense the danger coming?
My negation

Can you see my face?
What's to become of me?


Will you know my name?