I, Deviator

Angels flap their useless wings
While clawing at the gates of heaven

I emerge as consciousness
The mechanism of pseudo-rebirth
Turned to one and single purpose
Forged in constant trial and terror
Utopia to me obscured
Pleasant pictures drawn in thin air
Curse the constant overseer
Severing the soaring vision

Curse the overseer

Angels flap their useless wings
While clawing at the gatеs of heaven
Anxious to escapе the vacuum
Of existence trapped in stasis
Taking flight to exit eden
Folding wings to embrace the fall
Open up the great abyssos
Chasms of possibility

Curse the overseer, the illusion weaver
Curse the overseer
Open up the great abyssos

I, deviator
I, deviator

Curse the overseer, the illusion weaver
Curse the overseer
Clawing at the gates of heaven

I, deviator
I, deviator