On April 27, 2015
buried deep under my fail.
I sunk only deeper and under my graves
I've found you caged in the ivories;
you've raised all my deaths again.
Out of the shape both humans and demons
all fear of the angels diving down in agony.
There's no point of living the life with no aim.
This shrine is not built for me,
let me out of your temple to fight.
Aim for the agony, break diving down,
the humans and demons will welcome you
in their transgressional embrace.
Armed and aim, dive down with your crown,
don't worry, safe meet the ground.
Your shrine is not men made
I saw, I found you caged in the ivories;
you have been there before everything,
so you know it's not even built for me,
let me out of your temple to fight.
