Submit to this hollow structure We've been conceived within empty signs Tied to a master-signifier Self-replicating masks for the void, is all we are Our existence united in a painful contortion Swarming like maggots, enduring as an ode to nonsense That we are forced to repeat through every single act The myth of creation The strife for determination The ever-lasting clash to outreach alienation Projecting our slavery onto cosmic scales Bound to live through unceasing anguish We are the wretched servants of a headless tyrant Forever hiding, forever standing as our spectral counterpart The curse of sight has made us perceive unfathomable glances Constantly obsessing the concept of self Sentience is but a horde of eyes Chasing us through the glass of our minds Face the perpetual contradiction Of beholding life as voiceless spectators Trapped in this conscious inertia We witness the grin of necessity There is no escape, for there is no enemy Only a plague can save us I am the eye itself Only the fire can purge us I am the eye itself.