Sculpting the Dirtiness of Its Existence Lyrics

Something frightening
to contemplate
The creation that engulfs
its progeny
Condemning him to
confinement
Who only through
isolation can create
Taking the dirtiness of
his existence
To transform him into
something stoic
But this will be no more...
When the imperfection
of life leads to tragedy
This will become just an illusion
The delirium of the being
has been destroyed
Running through a dark journey
Drifting in this labyrinth
of never-ending walls
This is the only deposition
of his futile gait
Before the thunderous sound
of his own fall.