Tekst:
Creation Is Crucifixion

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live and my insides aren't there my hands serve a structure and truth I do not know what invention is this that covers my eyes and weakens my insides what creation is

starve and die are we the predator or the prey are we the inventors of decay the process is the soul meta-man is no one's goal we must never realize

soul this is gutter tech this is not a neural network emergence of the machine allegiance to the algorithm eliminate mutation engine engineer gutter tech who is

in destruction fossils are an invention to serve the technophile fossils are an invention to preserve the artificial lie humanity is being coded existence is

Prijevod: Stvaranje je raspeća. Svrgnuti s vlasti ili Proždirući (-dok je duša u zatvoru Nisam Free-).

insecurities clawing at walls of fire setting myself aflame from my forgotten youth navigating turbulent waters stifled by loss what was once is no more