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Solitude is not given
It is earned
In this conspiracy
Of destiny

Empty vessels
Of spermless love
Made of mud and mist
I was possessed

We develop
We delight
We define and
We decay
From within
A sacred power
Acting upon my shame

In pursuit of the impossible nothingness
I found myself
In sacrilege
Shall we die a master-slave
For this dog day age?
Develop and delight and decay
Solitude is not given   It is earned   In this conspiracy   Of destiny      Empty vessels   Of spermless love   Made of mud and mist   I was possessed      We develop   We delight   We define and   We decay   From within   A sacred power   Acting upon my shame      In pursuit of the impossible nothingness   I found myself   In sacrilege   Shall we die a master-slave   For this dog day age?   Develop and delight and decay