A pulse, a far neverending whisper
A black point and the infinite white
The spasmodic eye meets the limit

Skin merges with the lunar stone

An ocean opens and the urge dies...

Molecules drift into outer space...

Even though, the pulsing is swept away

Through the lifeless dust shapes disintegrate

A pulse along the mystic false river

The warm shelter of a random light
Cracks in the bell jar bleed hate
A pure illusion implodes forgotten


An ocean opens and the urge dies...
Molecules drift into outer space...


Even though, the pulsing is swept away
Through the lifeless dust shapes disintegrate, no...

A vision rises from within, cradled by the lunar breeze
Human dust debris


Solo: Difato

A pulse probes the concrete spirit

The deaf god eaters... The blind god eaters
The pulsing is swept away
Proud of being?

The pulsing dust into oblivion

Solo: Rebughini


Even though, the pulsing is swept away
Through the lifeless dust shapes disintegrate, no...

A vision rises from within, cradled by the lunar breeze
Human dust debris