Diagnosis - Soul

With the sky-high thoughts that threaten to The State
Flooded are the streamlined stinging series
Is it possible for mentally castrate
To give a birth for any minor theories?
All these silent years trying to evade
The modest appeals of doubts-sowing shadow
To rock like the new aeon’s crusade
The deceiving happiness’ cradle

Holding the ancients in contempt
Forsaking pleasure for regret
Impaling conscience with a red-hot nail
For Reason must prevail
There’s something flutters among insides
In the way perverse it the laws derides
The fevered perplexed mind’s ensnared
In the tentacles of the first nightmare

Fancy’s rainbow rays
‘S been kept in Lethean waves
To save the Reason high
And its constant climb
But this time
The perfect Reason is grimed
It’s set that consciousness
Of oneself is a crime

No more!
What was this for?
Where’s the blindness that’s been seen before
Stop the war
And let it burn
Those threads joining brain to heart…
Make them torn!

Here comes the sweet salvation!

Pierced
The head between the eyes
Returns that Paradise
And happiness of drowning
In servility
Now
The threat is recognized
And got’s the final prize
And everyone can finally go home
‘Coz

Fancy’s rainbow rays
‘S been kept in Lethean waves
To save the Reason high
And its constant climb
Now the Gift is failed
For Reason must prevail
It’s clear that
Consciousness of oneself is a sickness.