If you got the reason, the goal is to give you a rhyme The vacuum of space is akin to perception of time Navigate the swirl of stormy weather Unfurling psychic charts of stars I won't go! Slip to slide the entropy Before long The building blocks will crumble A crushing coercion can corrupt the mumbling mold Project the assertion to love only what you can own Only what you can hold Undulate beneath your lusty lover Click and whir of barren eyes I will run Hearts, they hanker for mistake With action We catalyze disaster Indoctrined assassin berate with the force-feed fear They tremble with trepidation No shackle can jail the heart That's near to me In love is truth I won't go Slip to slide the entropy Before long We catalyze disaster The queen of compassion Imprisoned by the fiend of greed Her benevolent beauty fogged-up By the flash of the screen Blue glowing boxes besieged by the standard of being