In the darkness of the hidden truth
what will happen allow me to return
so that I may live
how long shall uncertainty suffocate my days,
sharp sensations of what, when, who, how, where in the matrix my black dot
6 edition going through the first course
I live with no remorse
Sitting in a green chair
wearing a red garment hair locked
Statistics and numbers the masses begging and playing
looking for peace like slivering rocks by the brooks of wondering rivers
the sound of crying black crows briskly chilled bones
the king is on his throne long live the king!!
