Entrenched Euphoria - Serpent Of Gnosis

There is no sound but the wind as hours bleed out into days

With days eventually bleeding dry, slowly fragmenting out of existence

All due to introducing this euphoria within

It was hacked with a tiresome, blunt, and tattered dagger that I bear close to

my vibrating heart

These gods aren’t here for saving me now

Their purposes is mind-numbing liberation

How can one be so obstinate?

So set in their repeated ways?

So entrenched in those endless grooves?

What a waste, with this eroded concept of absolution