Fallen grains
Will breed the race
When they fallow

Bodies rise again

Why call my name?


I, Atma
Magnet of pain

Causal nature of the
Poor man's game


Fine, I'll play your game!

Calls you last

Neither friend nor foe
Consolation of
Your deathblow


Writhing, in defiance
Bribing, the alliance

Probing, seeking deeper
Lying, in this carnal tide


Empty woes
Will feed your life
As you wait

For your paradise

Why call my name?


Die or don't
She won't let go

The fervent dealer
Of your carnal throes


Fine, I'll play your game!

Thy saviour

My Lord is, they say
Let God almighty
Then end this game


Riding, on your conscience
Abiding, by emotions

Floating, feeling weaker
Dying, in this carnal tide


Writhing, in defiance
Bribing, the alliance
Floating, feeling weaker

Dying, in this carnal?