The sands of time, raptured by Sonoran winds
Copper lands swell in disorder
Look into iniquity
Lacerations of what I see
Versions of reality
I barely perceive
Versions of reality
I can barely conceive
As forgotten gods observe with obhorrence
Their divine judgement is placed upon me
Look into iniquity
Lacerations of what I see
Versions of reality
I can barely perceive
Versions of reality
I can barely conceive
As I watch the firmament unfold
Ancient feelings awaken
The authorship of all that is seen
This knowledge paralyzes me