I wish I was a labyrinth consciously set on fire, never to be bored a second in my life Blessed to reach the land Self-cursed to sail a barely breathing wreckage through the sea of ruins and ash Blessed to find the settlement With roofless, idle pillars and walls encrusted with veins, with desolated signposts leading To the very center of formlessness Like a corpse that breathes, a witness without eyes Running with scissors, rusty and sharp Through desolated arcades to kill our livid time, through halls of faceless monuments Casting no shadows in greyness of polar nights Like a corpse that breathes, a witness without eyes Running with scissors, rusty and sharp I wish I was the wind that blows around here, in the monumental halls painted verdigris I wish I was the blood of its deepest vasculars and expanding cracks of the collapsed domes I wish I was In love with the void, involved in the fall Taking a step Forward In love with the void, veil cyan and cold Mesmerised parade goes Onwards In love with the void, involved in the fall Taking a step Forward In love with the void That grows within the soul Mesmerised parade goes Onwards