It's all this reeking ego crave
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 at 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